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this will definitely solve their problems!
#megatron#starscream#optimus prime#elita one#transformers#maccadam#earthspark#earthspark spoilers#i guess??? i mean not really at all but hey . better be safe than sorry#plus this WAS inspired by the most recent earthspark batch#take . idk what this is . a doodle? man i just wanna draw things#i NEED to stop caring abt quality#which is why youre just getting this tossed out randomly#could be megastar if you live on the same brain frequency as me
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Do you consider any of the non protagonist yakuza girls well writen?
I think none of them had rights
#Thanks for the ask !#like you have to actively like girls to notice them theyre inconsequential#also who is this why are you sewing discorse in my inbox#i spelled discourse wrong. my mom ordered the dog trainers to train ollie right now because he is insane and hes eating soo many treats#not because hes a good boy but because they are tossing that shit at him#they were literally almost there with yasuko#i thought her story was so fucking interesting ...#like its really not a fault of the girls they are all pretty good characters in their own right#like we have a variety of them too. we had miss tatsu who was out there turning guys inside out but she randomly had to go get kidnapped in#order to complete kiryus training arc. like how funny would it be for the whole thing to be staged and miss tatsus like Lol good job kiryu#for passing my test. oh this guy ? yeah he did get the better of me but i kicked the shit out of him then roped him into my schemes. dont#you think practical application is more effective than training ? anyway theres nothing more i can teach you but you can come train whenevr#we didnt even get an in game appearance for yuko but apparently she was a massive troll but too cute to get into any real trouble#mirei was. . . i literally said âare you kidding meâ when they revealed what happened to her like seriously ? is this real ? they did#that ? like literally she should have been living it up in cahoots with katsuya and being so sexy and divorced forever. she should have#faked her death because every single parentsl figure haruka had leaves her. and god haruka like honest to god i love that she just ran off#like that i thought it was so kiryu of her to be an absent father. but also my friends have all brought up very good points which is that#haruka should NOT have gone back to morning glory like she should have stayed in ono michi with her loser girlfriend whos a boyfriend with#her new extended family and only go back every now and then to see her siblings honestly i hated that .... like girl spread your wings ..#choose where you want to roost stop going back !! just get out !!!!!! its literally okay to tell the rest of your family âi dont wanna wipe#your asses forever i love you guys but im out of hereâ. and god i .. as much as i loved y0 makoto should have left her shitassed husband#girl had a whole ass baby with him ... find someone better im sorry ..!!! like whatever i know that thst was the âbestâ option for her and#she deserves financial stability and a rich doctor husband but she also deserves crazy sex with a girl with one eye#i think what yumi did was awesome but like. actually i have no complaints about yumi. wait no i do. kazama was a shitass for marrying her#off to that politician because he couldnt stand having a woman in his house. im now thinking of that unecessarily hot doctor from y0 wtf was#her deal. and god the unnecessarily hot cho-han lady from y5.. oh wait ako had rights. she fell in love with kiryu at first sight then got#over him which is literally the best thing a girl could do for herself. PLUS she throws molotovs and is generally awesome#i cant remember any other girl. oh yeah god reina. .. reina .... god milky though .... i think she was fantastic and i want her badly. and#yayoi fucking disappeared after a certain point in time and ran off to another city with her baby daddy and sugared him to open a bar#well its not canon but im certain thats what happened because she literally went radio silence like girl where are you ....
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please don't say you love me
in which fwb!spencer reid and fem!reader get into an argument about the nature of their relationship.
18+ (implied intimacy) warnings/tags: friends with benefits arrangement, it goes bad, reader is so clearly anxious avoidant, reader is so me-coded, self-loathing, difficulties with emotional intimacy, arguing, derek and penelope make an appearance woo, a little dramatic, no happy ending (a nereidprinc3ss first!) a/n: it happened guys I stopped writing for a few days and last night randomly was inspired to finish this fwb piece and it essentially turned into a vent and went a completely different direction than i thought it would but here we are!!! i hope you enjoy, I loved writing, ilysm
âAre you reading it? Did you get to the part yet?â You ask, buzzing as you peer around Spencerâs arm to see where heâs at in the book youâd handed him. Sometimes you think it takes him longer to flip the pages than to read them.Â
He doesnât answer, but you see the flickering quirk of his lip like something is amusing him. Itâs been a few minutes and heâs maybe halfway through. He has to have seen it by now.Â
Youâre clinging to his arm, eyes darting pointlessly between the text and his face, searching for a reaction. It comes in the form of a furrowed brow, a disbelieving smile, and something between a barking laugh and an exclamation of, âwhat?â
âYou read it?â
His eyes narrow and he flips back a page, taking a bit longer to reevaluate.Â
âOur moans and grunts drowned out the screams of the dead and dying only a few hundred feet away.â
You giggle furiously, clapping a hand to your mouth when you snort, and you feel Spencerâs focus shifting to you, even with your eyes screwed shut.Â
âAnd you read this whole series?â
At that you sober up some, still hiding the bottom half of your face and brows drawn sorrowfully as mirthful tears well. Youâre slow to admit your guilt with a nod, and his expression is somewhere between horror and fascination.Â
Your cheeks heat and you cover your face, laughing again and shaking your head shamefully as he ridicules you.Â
âWhy? Why would you do that to yourself? I donât even know if I can be seen in public with you, thatâsââ heâs haphazardly tossed the book back on its display table and grabbed your wrists, pulling gently and laughing too. âNo, show me your face. This isâyou need to explain yourself. This is unforgivable.âÂ
âNo! I swear it was a morbid curiosity, I didnât like it, Iâm sorry! Iââ
âReid?â
You both freeze.Â
Itâs not the most dignified position, admittedlyâhidden among the shelves in a bookstore, pressed too close to be friendly, his hands around your wrists.Â
So you donât mind when he drops them like hot potatoes and gives you a few inches of breathing room.Â
âHey! Uhâyouâreââ
Spencer is looking between you and two other people at the end of the aisleâa quirky bespectacled blonde in a flouncy polka-dot dress and her taller companion, ripped and head shaved, sporting some impressive eyebrows. Right now theyâre conspicuously raisedâhis eyes are also pinballing between you and Spencer.Â
For a moment, everyone is just sort of⊠looking at each other.Â
Itâs a little bitâŠÂ awful?
Finally Spencer clears his throat.Â
âUm, what are you guys doing here? Just⊠looking at books?â
Something is off, and you feel like shrinking or running, but you just stay glued to your spot.Â
In sync, they hold up copies of the same bookâand it takes you not a second to place the authorâs name, in imposing red font at the bottom like itâs important. Rossi.Â
The pieces click into place. These must be Spencerâs co-workersâPenelope and Derek, if his descriptions of the team have served you well. Part of you is starstruck. Part of you is embarrassed. Theyâre clearly shocked to see Spencer with a girl in the wild, so you know he hasnât told them about youâand why should he, you think, why should he tell his friends about the girl heâs been sleeping with for months now?Â
Finally, the blonder half of the duo speaks.Â
âYouâreâthis is a girl. Thatâs. Who is that? Hi! Who are you?â
Sheâs literally pointing at you, eyes drifting between you and Spencer like it just doesnât make any sense. Derek gives her a look and gently pushes her hand down.Â
âHey. Thatâs enough.â Then he offers you a polite smile, though you sense a bit strained, and his eyes too keep wandering back to the man next to you. âSorry. Didnât mean to interrupt.â
âNo, no! Youâre not⊠interruptingâŠâ Spencer trails off and you sense heâs looking at you and gauging a reaction but youâre just smiling idly at his friends and waiting for this to be over. He finally thinks to introduce you by name, and you offer a shy wave and a smile to your new acquaintances.Â
Penelope points (that damn finger again) but this time itâs less accusatory, and stays below chin level.Â
âCool shirt. I love that band,â she offers genially. Your brows raise and you look down, trying to remember what shirt youâd tossed on before leaving Spencerâs apartment an hour ago.Â
âOh! Thanks,â you smile, and youâre relieved to mean it this time.Â
Another frosty silence begins to descend, but Derek doesnât let it settle so much this time, to everyoneâs satisfaction.Â
âAlright, well. It was nice to meet you. Enjoy your date.â
Thereâs too much weight on the last sentence, and Derek gives Spencer a eyebrows-raised-meaningfully look you donât understand. Youâre just glad Spencer keeps his mouth shut and doesnât immediately insist that itâs not a date, because itâs not, and thatâs fine, but the vehement denial would bum you out.Â
The pair walk away in the kind of clenched silence that means theyâll start fervently whispering as soon as they are out of ear shot. You watch their retreating figures and chew your lip, sensing that the carefree and playful energy of five minutes ago will have evaporated by the time you turn back to face your companion.Â
âStrange,â you murmur, mostly to yourself, and youâre slightly jarred when Spencer replies from beside you.Â
âWhich part?â
All of it.Â
Turning to face him, you smile, and it doesnât reach your eyes but it doesnât need to.Â
âOhânothing, sorry.â
For a moment, he doesnât respond, only stares at a point somewhere above your head and narrows his eyes like heâs thinking unpleasant thoughts.Â
âWas I an asshole, to you, just now?â
Itâs unexpected. You donât have an answer prepared, so you say something that feels like a lie because you canât prove that itâs not the truth.Â
âI donât think so. Why?â
âI just⊠I donât know. I get weird around them, sometimes. I donât always know what to say, like, when my personal life and my work life intersect, because for a long time I didnât really have a personal life. And I think they still think I donât know how to talk to girls, soâŠâ
âYou donât know how to talk to girls,â you remind him. âLetâs go look at the puzzles.â
Maybe you spend too much time with Spencer Reid. Maybe thatâs the problemâtoo long in his presence and heâs eating away at your neural tissue like youâve got cysticercosis and heâs the T. solium (a terrible thing he had explained to you a few weeks ago.)
Maybe you need a break from him, to stop breathing his air and sleeping in his bed and wearing his clothing, because youâre forgetting that heâs not the entire world and that is a very bad thing to forget in a situation like yours. The entire world cannot be the size of his apartment.Â
But you also just like him so much. As a friend, of course. That goes without saying. You like his strange sense of humor, and the way he lights up when you ask him an obscure question. You like your legs across his lap while you watch his old shows. You also like being kissed by him, and hugged by him. You like being taken care of like no one has ever taken care of you, and you like the way he always touches you, soft and kind and so on purpose.Â
You never meant to like him so much.Â
This affectionâit has grown, insidious and parasitic, and now that itâs been pointed out to you like a lump in your side, itâs impossible to ignore.Â
What you and Spencer have works precisely because youâve kept things platonic and casual. That way, thereâs no worrying about emotional baggage or arguing about feelings because there are none to be found and no precedent that any such things should or need to occur. You canât hurt each otherâs feelings if your feelings arenât on the table.Â
So why canât you stop thinking about earlier?
Why canât you help caring that heâs been keeping you a secret from the people he loves most?
âSo, essentially the book is his first deep dive into meta-fiction. It was pretty revolutionary at the time, and while not his most celebrated novel, Iâd argue it was his most relevant and culturally pervasive. Iâd actually love to hear your interpretation of the storyâitâs truly different for everyone. Itâs a little like⊠like a literary Rorschach test. Do you wanna borrow it?â
Youâre a tangle on his bedâarms, legs, sheetsâitâs hard to tell where you end and he begins. All youâre sure of is his hand, tracing his fingers in chaste lines, feather-light up and down your inner thigh in the way he knows you like. Usually itâs so soothing you melt and fall asleep within minutes. Right now itâs only stoking some sparking electrical fire in your chestâthe buzzes and bursts from which have you on edge. Ready to cave in at any second. You wish you could relax. Youâve been trying.
Spencer is in no hurry for you to respond, and so doesnât seem to mind when it takes you a long while to find your answer.Â
âI think I need to go home.â
It comes out too scratchy, as you havenât really spoken for several hours. Not as casual as you were going for. He angles his head down toward you and his hand stops and you realize itâs actually worse like that.Â
âIs everything okay?â
âYeah! Everything is fine, I just⊠I wanna sleep in my own bed tonight, I think.â
Itâs late and you shouldnât be making him drive you across town, but heâs always amenable to what you want. This is the longest youâve ever stayed at his place, after allâa rare long weekendâand before that a few weeks had passed with no cases to speak of, during which time youâve been staying with him more and more. Spencer seems to be completely content letting you eat his food and use his shower if it means you donât leave.Â
âI know the feeling well,â he admits, and your heart twinges with the care he takes to not bump or bend you or pull your hair as he shifts. Heâs already been out of bed, and so is more dressed than you. Really, most people on the planet are more dressed than you, and you pull his nice sheet higher up your chest as he sits on the edge of the mattress, looking down at you and with a sort of worry in his eyes. He finds your knee through the fabric. âAre you sure youâre okay? Youâve been quiet.â
Stop paying such close attention, you want to tell him. And in the same breath, please donât ever look away.Â
âIâm⊠good.â
It is easily the least convincing performance of your life. Either youâre self sabotaging or you want him to push you further, and you donât know which is worse.Â
When his brow ramps just the slightest bit, you know youâve fumbled it.Â
âI donât believe you.â
You shrug. âI donât need you to.â And then you sit up, still holding the sheet to your chest. âCan you hand me a shirt?â
Enough clothing has accumulated around the room recently that he could pretty much reach out in any direction and find something for you to wear.  He grabs a sweatshirt hanging from the bedpost and holds it out for you, and you pull it over your head, before dropping your feet onto the cool wooden floor and grabbing the first bottoms you seeâa pair of floral pajama shorts. How have so many of your clothes ended up at his apartment?
âIs there anything I can do to help?â
You scoop your bag up from a chair and flit around the room, haphazardly stuffing away discarded clothing to take back home. Itâs true that itâll be nice to get back to your stuffâyour shower products and your closet and your silk pillow cases. You shouldnât be spending so much time here. Itâs not your space and youâve been sacrificing your own needs to be closer to him, which is something youâd rather not do for any man.Â
âYou can drive me home. Iâll send you gas money.â
âYou donât need to send me gas money,â he says, tacking your name on to the end of the sentence in a way that raises your hackles instantly.Â
âYeah, I do. You drive me around constantly. Iâll pay you back and start taking the metro, or something.â
âI donât want your money,â he scoffs.Â
âFine. Then Iâll call a car.â
âThatâs unnecessary. Iâm happy to drive you.â
âWhy?â
Silence hangs. Spencer has by this point stood up, and heâs watching you with a furrowed brow and slightly parted lips like he doesnât understand where this animosity has come from. Honestly, youâre not entirely sure either. You didnât realize you were harboring so much of it.Â
âAm I supposed to see you as an inconvenience?â
âIâm not your responsibility.â
âNo. Youâre not. We have a relationship and I donât mind doing things for you.â
âYouâre not my boyfriend.â
You didnât mean to say it, but you sure as hell were thinking it.Â
It feels good to say, like stretching a sore muscle beyond its limits or pressing into a bruise until you get past the ache. Sometimes when things hurt, itâs best to feel the pain and move on.Â
He looks absolutely perplexed, the lines between his brows only ditching deeper.Â
âIs that what this is about?â
âOh my god, Spencer, no, I donât careââ
âBecause earlier at the bookstore I asked you if I was being an asshole andââ
âI do not give a fuck about earlier at the fucking bookstore!â
Itâs too late to be yelling, but he doesnât scold you. He just sort of looks at you, like youâre something mildly unpleasant. It makes you feel worse.Â
A long moment goes by.Â
âFine. Iâll take you home.â
You let him brush past you, nothing more than a breeze on your shoulders as he disappears from the darkened bedroom. For a moment, you canât follow him. All you can do is stand there and try to contain that sour, stinging, crying feeling in your eyes and nose because thereâs no reason for you to be crying right now.Â
From the living room, he calls, rather abrasively, âAre you coming?â
âYes,â you huff, and it is as wavering as it is insolent, so obviously the only word holding back a full-fledged deluge of tears.Â
One minute. One minute to sniffle and take deep breaths and wipe abashedly under your eyes because you refuse to be dramatic about this. Refuse to get over-emotional. You will not let it matter this much to you.Â
When you decide you can show your face without making a scene, you march out of his bedroom and straight past where heâs leaning against the kitchen counter, keys in hand, to the front door.Â
He doesnât move. You burn smoking holes into the dark wood of the door with your eyes, and the two of you are apparently at an impasse.Â
âIâm ready,â you eventually snap, always the impatient one between the two of you, casting a sharp glance over your shoulder.Â
âIâm not.â
âYou said you wouldââ
âI know what I said,â Spencer cuts you off and shuts you up, âand I changed my mind. Iâd prefer to talk about it before I take you home.â
By the time he finishes the sentence youâre already wrestling your phone from the depths of your bag in search of a ride sharing app.Â
âOkay, well Iâm done talking because I donât think thereâs anything to talk about, soââ
âNo, youâre done talking because this is what you do. You can never admit it when you want something because that would mean acknowledging that youâre a human being with emotions, and thatâs too scary for you.â
Surely you misheard him. You turn around, a deep frown contorting your features.Â
âExcuse me?â
He only looks at you in that expectant, knowing way of his.Â
âItâs too scary so you run away. Youâd rather burn your relationships to the ground and rebuild them with a new person every time than actually let someone in.â
âYou donât know me!â You yell.
âDo you actually think thatâs true?â Spencer says, pushing off his perch against the counter, voice shrilling and raised slightly as he gets visibly agitated. âYou think Iâve spent hours upon hours with you and I donât know you at all?â
âYou have no idea what Iâm like in a relationship because this isnât one. You have no fucking idea what I want, so do not presume to,â you seethe.Â
âYou want a relationship. You wanted my friends to know you and you didnât tell me that because youâre fucking terrified of the fact that I do know you. You canât stand the idea that regardless of how many times you tell yourself itâs just sex, you have been vulnerable with me, and youâve told me things youâve never told anyone before, like why your last three relationships really ended, and how you constantly self-sabotage when youâre on the verge of getting what you want because you think you donât deserve it.â
âShut up!â
âNo. Iâm not just going to let you walk away from me like you did everyone else who couldâve ever cared about you because I know once you walk out that door youâll stop responding to my calls and texts and Iâll never see you again, which is a juvenile pattern and completely unsustainable if you donât want to keep pushing people away for the rest of your life!â
âGod, Spencer, stop!â You sob, staggering back like youâve been stabbed.Â
The urgency, the raw, desperate scratch of your voice, stops him in his tracks.Â
Every place an arrow penetrated a chink in your armor aches, and it hurts so much worse because he knew exactly where they were. You donât know when or how it happened, but heâs right. Despite your most valiant efforts, Spencer Reid knows you. Somehow he crept in and grew over every limb like ivy. Itâs crawled over your feet and up your legs and itâs keeping you there, rooted in place in his apartment, sobbing silently into the crook of your arm because you feel utterly paralyzed with fear.Â
Just as heâd said.Â
Itâs silent for a long stretch of time, unquantifiable the same way the distance between the beach and the horizon is unquantifiable. Itâs sprawling and infinite and desolate. The only relief from the drowning quiet is the occasional gulp of air or gasp from you which furthers your humiliation.Â
âIâm sorry,â Spencer finally whispers, soft and unsure like rays of weak sunlight over staggered tides, in the grey morning after a raging storm. Itâs an attempt. Itâs earnest and afraid.Â
The energy radiating off of him is so tangible that you can sense his desire to come near. To hold you. But that would be your worst nightmare come to fruition. Thisâthis warbling and crying in front of him in silence in his dark apartment is god-awful enough. But to be comforted? For him to bear witness up close and personal to your humility and your ugly, jagged piecesâthat inspires true catatonia. That is everything he said you were afraid of, and he was right.Â
You resent your human nature, and the fact that you care how his friends look at you and that it stung when they did so with little more than apathy. You hate that you care that he hasnât told them about you. You hate that you feel so unimportantâbecause more than anything, you want to be fine with being unimportant.Â
You want to be fine. Constantly.Â
You hate that you feel. You hate that you care.Â
But you always have. And so fucking deeply.Â
Somehow, Spencer Reid is the only one who has ever noticed.Â
Eventually, his self-restraint snaps and he surges forward at the same time as you take a shuddering inhale and step back.Â
âPlease donât touch me,â you whisper. Afraid that if he did, his fingers would only sink into your flesh like decaying fruit. That you would disintegrate in his hands, and heâd finally see youâd been rotten the whole time.Â
He speaks softly, holding his hands up to show you heâs not a threat.Â
âOkay. I wonât. Iâm sorry.â
âI need to go home.â
âIâllââ
âNo. I donât want a ride. Iâll get a car.â You speak quietly. Efficiently. Thereâs no point in pretending this doesnât feel catastrophic anymore.Â
His brows furrow. Like a moth to flame, like he doesnât even realize heâs doing it, he draws nearer again.Â
âIâm not comfortable with you on the street at this hour.â
âIâll wait in the lobby,â you insist, pleading, a wounded animal, because he doesnât seem to understand how every casual notion of kindness is a violence, how heâs ripping into you and making it so youâll never be able to put yourself back together. He canât be kind like youâre easy to be kind to.Â
If youâre easy to be kind to, you are just as easy to hurt. Accepting that kindness is a sort of vulnerability you feel you canât afford right now.Â
Another moment of silence, of stillness, as if youâre both bolted to the ground where you stand.Â
When he speaks itâs a blow to the chest because youâve made him cry too.Â
âIâm sorry,â he repeats, quietly, and a venomous self-hatred drips down your throat. Because youâre doing it again.
Maybe this is all you will ever be.Â
You fail to stifle a sob and Spencer steps closer still, saying your name desperately and so quietly like itâs his last rite.Â
And you try. You try harder than you ever have to stay in one place, to get a hold of your vibrating and to swallow all those slithery feelings and ignore every alarm telling you to panic when he reaches out to touch your arm because itâs never safe to let people in. But when his hand finally brushes you, itâs like a cow prod. You jolt backward.Â
âI canât, Iâm sorry,â you whisper all in one harrowed breath, and thereâs so much youâd like to sayâyouâre right, about everything, you do know me, you know what I want, I tried, Iâm ashamedâbut none of it matters. None of it is enough. Heâs backed you into a corner of your own making, and the only way out is by pushing him aside even if it hurts you both.Â
So you donât say anything else. You leave him there, in the dark of his own apartment, and you disappear down the hall.Â
Maybe this is all you will ever be.
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Elijah loves to fuck.
Itâs a little bit scary because heâs one of those guys who you would expect it from but the real deal is way crazier. Heâs the type to hold you in place while he kisses you down your neck and make sure you were literally shaking.
Youâd think it would be Klaus whoâs insatiable (and he definitely is) but Klaus is like that because he just randomly wants to fuck you. Elijah gets turned on like magic.
You can take off your coat, just a little bit slow with your hair wrapped around your shoulder and your neck is visible, and now youâre in missionary. Youâre bouncing up and down, and Elijahâs gripping the sheets next to your head. Heâs staring deeply into your soul as he thrusts into you hard. Like he wants to break your pussy or something. And he might be trying too, you never know with him.
Heâs talking to you, but quite a bit to himself, about how good you feel. About how cute you are, about how you should know better than to get him turned on in the middle of the day, about how itâs okay because your so pretty that he just HAS to forgive you. And when you try to squeeze out a sentence of rebuttal his big strong hands grab your warm face and he plants a kiss to your lips that has you wriggling under him and hoping this lasts forever.
In his mind, itâs your fault that you both spend so much time in bed. That he canât stop grabbing your breast (he hates whenever you call them tits if you must refer to them in a way like that then heâll accept boobs) and he canât stop putting them in his mouth and making you melt. You look so good and you take such good care of him and the people he cares about that he just has to reward you for that.
How can he stop himself? When he wakes up horny, and has to go through the day stuffed in his suit. Then he sees you preparing to make breakfast for him in the kitchen. With that ass he adores and those breast he just canât get enough of. His favorite handfuls. Your braids that you insisted had to be waist length are pulled into a pony tail that frames your face perfectly with two curled strands cupping your soft face. And youâre probably wearing a sun dress to combat the NOLA summer sun. He canât help but want to take you in the kitchen.
But Elijah is a gentleman so settles for hugging you from behind and letting his hands roam up and down while whispering enticements in your ear.
âWhy donât you just come up to bed?â
âElijah itâs 9:30 in the morning, Iâm far from tiredâ
âWhy donât you come up to bed and let me reward you for looking so good?â
And it always works. The combination of him touching you like that and kissing your neck and whispering in your ear? Oh yeah. Draws dropped.
Now youâre back in bed in your room which was still messy from the night before when you came home from dinner and he put you up against your bedroom door.
Your dress was still on the chair from where he tossed it off you.
And heâs slowly peeling your dress off your body, while you rip off the buttons of his shirt with a tenderness. Heâs looking at you like he wants to eat you, and he might do that. But when he slips his hand into your underwear and feels how warm and wet you are itâs ridiculous. He has no time to do anything else he has to fuck you and he has to do it now.
After all this time, you still seemed a little embarrassed at how wet you were but the other thing Elijah loves is that youâre a grown woman who also likes to fuck.
Itâs why you both work so well.
And heâs already gotten you started. He knows it, because he knew the second he started feeling the soft warmth of your stomach and he felt your heart rate speed up he knew it. Elijah Mikaelson doesnât just lay with any woman. You had to be a freak on some level but he lucked out with you.
Youâve unbuttoned the top of his shirt, and you wonât stop kissing him. Itâs like heâs hypnotized you (which he would never do, to Elijah your word is basically law) and youâre fully giving him power. Your hands fumble with his belt buckle and you make sure you run your hand over his erection a few times. He feels you smiling into his kisses as he jumps his hips into your hand.
The way you whimper when he picks you up and places you on your back on your shared mattress, he gets a smell of your perfume and canât help the growl that escapes him. Then heâs holding you by your face as he demeans you just a bit for wanting him so bad.
âWhat would you do without me? Thereâd be no one to take care of you and we couldnât have that could we?â Then heâs going to nibble you on your neck.
He decides, to hell with your dress. He could just rip it but he does like this dress on you and doesnât feel like going to the store for a new one. He doesnât want to take his hands off you. He doesnât want to back away long enough to take off your dress. He pulls down the top to free your breast, stunned by their beauty like always. You had tan lines, one part of your skin a lighter brown than the rest. The area around your breast covered by your bikini more specifically when you two head out into the sun for a swim.
Your underwear he didnât mind ripping off and you were trying your best to get as much of his shirt off as possible. One of you needed to be sensible though. So you pushed him off for just a moment and looked up at him while you tore off his belt. He was standing over you at the edge of the bed while you were on your knees still on the bed.
You wanted it so bad it made him laugh. You were looking at him with those big brown eyes and you were breathing heavily. He ran his hands over your braids, and couldnât help but bite his lip when he imagined what he was about to do to you.
You yanked his pants down, and then his boxers. All seven and a half inches of him sprung out at you and you, ever eager, gave him a long lick. Elijah shuddered, it was like you just sent an electric shock up him. Good god you were something. But Elijah didnât have the time for all that, because of course Elijah has to do something with his days. Like cleaning up after his siblings. He could always get a blowjob later. Maybe heâd give you some too. Who was he kidding? Elijah loved giving head like it was no oneâs business. But Iâll write about that later.
Did I mention that he loves being on top of you? In the sense that he has to be on top of you intimately. Squished on top of you, while he fucks you and you cream all over him.
He slides into you and canât help the groan that escapes him. His head rolls back on instinct, and you shudder entirely.
He starts moving, rocking his hips into yours the way you like. Warm and wet, and tight with your back arching slightly. He presses his chest down against yours with his shirt open and his suit jacket stuck against his sweaty skin. The bed starts rocking as he picks up the pace and pulls your head to look him in his eyes.
Itâs your weak point naturally. Elijah knows heâs handsome thatâs why he keeping looking at you like that. He knows you canât handle staring him in the face like that, and that it makes you want to act all types of crazy when heâs inside of you.
He likes asking you questions while he pounds into you. He does it hard but in a way that doesnât make you feel like he hates you.
âTell me how you feel.â You know things along that line.
And when he gets close to cumming, you can see the veins under his eyes start to push to the surface. His breathing gets heavier, but the effect he has on you is so much worse. He doesnât even know but the way he has you folded on your back, begging him to cum inside of you speaks volumes when you were usually such a composed woman. But Elijah usually wouldnât be muttering nonsense about putting a baby in you (especially when you both know it isnât possible) so it works.
He likes when you both cum at the same time. He likes squeezing your breast tenderly, with the right amount of aggression to turn you on. Heâs in your head, filling your brain with filthy images. Heâs talking you through it, and then youâre both cumming. Elijah cups your face and tosses his head back (partially because his instinct is to bite you and he doesnât want to scare you by biting you with no warning) and youâre letting out moans that Elijah wants to die hearing.
Elijah loves to fuck. He loves the soft tender feeling of squishing you, and feeling you grind up against him. Heâs loves spanking you when you act out (brat tamer Elijah is coming soon trust) of line. He loves squeezing your neck just slightly. He loves when you pull out your variety of freaky tricks and when you let him have full control over your body. Heâs loves you above all else. And fucking your brains out is one of his favorite ways to show it.
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Guys Elijah has literally possessed me and Iâm very much happy about it. I will not stop writing about Elijah I donât even care if this is bad I just needed people to see my thoughts about him. Heâs been my man since I was ten.
Anyways I donât really know what this is either, I was scrolling through tumblr and randomly saw some porn so now you guys get to read this. Love you all and thanks for reading đ«¶đŸđ«¶đŸđ«¶đŸ
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You Belong With Me
James Potter x Reader
Summary: In which despite having rejected you, James feels the uttermost jealousy of someone else being near you
Warnings: Jealousy, rejection, angry/a bit possessive James Potter, regret, arguing, cussing, crying (Let me know if I missed anything)
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N: I honestly donât even know what I was thinking then, but this idea just randomly hit me so here it is lol. Hope you enjoy! â€ïž
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James tightened his hold on his glass of Firewhiskey, his gaze piercing dangerously as he watched you get too close with another guy. He clenched his jaw, downing his drink in one go before he tossed the glass back on the table, rage filling his whole being.
He had no right to feel like this. After all, he was supposed to be in love with Lily, not you. At least, that's what he kept trying to tell himself but as he watched you drape your arms around a Slytherin, both swaying to the music, he felt nothing but pure hatred for the male and absolute jealousy.
You should be in James' arms, not his.
James clenched his jaw, shutting his eyes as he inwardly groaned, as it came back to him once again, the memory so vivid it was as if the young Potter was reliving it once again.
You and James leaned against the railing of the Astronomy Tower, your eyes fixated upon the captivating night sky. You turned your head to look at the hazel eyed beside you, who gazed up at the twinkling stars with a soft smile sitting upon his lips. You and James had been best friends since you were children and your bond only deepened during the many years you spent together at Hogwarts. It was a weekly tradition for the two of you to stargaze together.
Your heart fluttered at the content expression on James' face, nothing but adoration in your eyes for him. Over the years, you didn't realize when but you had fallen for your best friend.
You were in love with James Potter.
However you kept that secret locked away in your heart, knowing James had been chasing after the redhead, Lily Evans, since you all were eleven.
Now as you admired James, the ways his lips curved or the twinkle in his hazel eyes, or his always messy black locks, or the way a dimple appeared whenever he smiled, the words slipped past your lips before you could stop them.
"I love you."
Your eyes widened with horror as James' rounded at that as well, turning to look at you in surprise.
You had mentioned many times how much you loved him but what caught James off guard this time was the way you spoke the words, the emotion behind them indicating a whole other meaning, a confession of you being in love with him.
"What?" He breathed out.
You sighed, knowing it was useless to deny it.
"I am in love with you, James."
"No." James uttered out in horror, taking a step back, causing a crack to form in your heart. "You can't be in love with me. I-I only love Lily."
Despite knowing the truth, your heart still shattered at the words that passed his lips, your eyes brimming up with tears.
Why had you even dared to hope he may reciprocate your feelings?
"I love Lily, Y/n. I could never love you." He said, as the tears slid down your cheeks. "I'm sorry." And with that James spun on his heels and hurried away, leaving you to stare after him, utterly heartbroken.
You had destroyed your own relationship with James, severing off the threads that had bonded the two of you together since forever.
You angrily wiped your face.
Why did every force in the universe always have to work against you?
The two of you haven't spoken since. James seethed as he watched Rosier pull you closer, but what really ticked him off was that your gaze had connected with his, and he knew that you knew what James was really feeling as you observed his very red face, before you inched your face closer to the Slytherin's.
That was the final straw for James Potter.
He immediately took a step in your direction but a hand latched onto his arm, rooting him to the spot.
"Mate, calm down."
James' furious gaze flickered to see who had dared to stop him, his eyes finding the silvery grey irises of his best friend.
Sirius knew exactly what had transpired, all the Marauders did. After all, you had been a fifth of their group, and your absence had impacted them all.
"Prongs, you need to calm down." Sirius instructed again, carefully analyzing James' facial expression.
This only angered the young Potter.
"Stay out of this, Black." He spat out and shrugged off Sirius' hand, ignoring his friend's protests.
James strutted over to you with nothing but fury and jealousy blinding him. When he reached you and Rosier, he shoved the Slytherin back, who shot the Gryffindor a death glare, grabbed your wrist and dragged you through the crowd of bustling and dancing teenagers, ignoring your protests. He finally dropped his hand from you when the two of you were in the silent corridor outside the Gryffndor common room.
You glared at James, who was staring back at you intensely, his jaw clenched.
"What the fuck, Potter?!" You yelled.
"What the fuck were you doing with that Rosier?! You were doing it on purpose!" James retorted back, silencing you for a mere moment before your face hardened.
"I can do whatever the hell I want, Potter, you have absolutely no right over my life!" You screamed at him, throwing your hands up in anger. "You told me you don't love me, you pushed me away, so how in the world do you get to decide what I can do and whom I can be with?! Why does it bother you so much?!" You shrieked at him.
However the next second, your back was pressed against the cold stone wall as James closed the distance between the two of you, caging you in his arms as his lips pressed to yours. You tried to resist, knowing this wouldn't end well, but the feel of him on you ignited a fire that yearned for more and your hands slithered to lock behind his neck, as you both poured out all your emotions into the kiss.
When the need for oxygen became great, the two of you pulled away, James placing his forehead against yours, as the both of you panted.
"This isn't fair to me, James." You breathed out, your eyes brimming once again. "You can't say you want Lily but then not let me live my life either." A tear slid down your cheek as your voice became heavy with emotion.
James lifted his head back, raising his hand to softly brush away your tears, placing a kiss on both of your cheeks before he peered into your y/e/c eyes, his gaze so intense that it seemed he was looking right into your soul.
"I am so sorry, love. I was wrong. I kept telling myself that it's Lily, but," He shook his head rather vigorously, "I've missed you more than ever since that day. My heart keeps calling out to you and I tried to push it down, but seeing you with another made me fully realize that there is no one else I would rather have than you." He confessed, placing his hand on your cheek, relishing in the way you leaned into his touch.
He continued, whilst lovingly caressing your cheek.
"My life is colorless and dull without you, y/n/n. I want you, darling. I... I love you." James uttered out, watching your face flood with astonishment, noticing the way you had stilled in his hold. Knowing he couldn't lose your attention, he went on, "I know I was an absolute jerk to you that day and today, but I promise you my love, if you give me the chance, I will spend the rest of my life, spend each day proving to you how much I really do care for you." James professed, his heart pounding heavily as he awaited your response.
You stared at him in complete shock, eyes round, making James afraid that he had truly lost you for good. However, a rush of relief flooded James' body when your beautiful lips slowly curved up into a tiny smile.
"I'll give you one chance, Jamie, just one."
The biggest smile you had ever seen graced James' face at your answer, and he cupped both your cheeks, "Thank you! Thank you!" He lifted you off the floor, spinning you around before he gracefully set you back on your feet, his arms going to settle around your waist. "I promise you that you will not regret this, darling."
And James Potter lived up to his promise, as each day after that, he made sure to show you how much he truly did love you, and Merlin were you above the clouds to have landed the man of your dreams, disbelief still clawing at you from time to time that James Potter loved you back just as much as you loved him.
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Aizawa x reader - newfound secrets
I've been a sucker for that man. Like reader is a pro hero too, probably in the top ten ranks with some sort of magic like quirk(mage?) And reader just randomly opened a portal while he's in class to drop him lunch or forgotten paperwork or his precious sleeping bag. And 1-A is shocked to find out their teacher has a lover, much less a hero who's a complete opposite of him. Either gf/bf/neutral or married is completely fine! - Anonđ
You were wondering about your apartment doing some cleaning now that you had a few free days from work.
You were slowly making your way from room to room, doing what had to be done in each room, and as you got to the kitchen you paused as you looked at the kitchen table.
With a small laugh, you shook your head slightly and picked up the bright yellow sleeping bag that was on the table.
You had warned Aizawa time and time again if he kept leaving it on the table heâd forget it one day, and true to your word he had.
Holding it under your arm, you activated your quirk, a purple orb appearing in your hand as you tossed it at the wall, opening a small doorway which you walked through and in less than a second you were in his classroom which was bustling with chatter of the students.
âHey itâs Druid!â One of them shouted excitedly.
Immediately all of the teenagers turned to you with curiosity, some with excitement.
âHey guys, whereâs your teacher?â You asked.
âHeâs behind his desk sleeping!â A stern looking blue haired boy called out.
You beam brightly at him, walking over to the desk and looking behind it, and just like the student said, there was Aizawa fast asleep propped up against the wall.
With a gentle sigh, you walk over and crouch down in front of him.
âI wouldnât wake him up, he gets pretty annoyed when someone wakes him upâŠâ a girl mumbles.
You wave your hand dismissively.
âItâll be fine.â
Setting the beanbag down, you reach out, gently tapping on his forehead with the back of your knuckles.
âHey, wake up for a momentâŠâ
Aizawa lazily opens an eye, looking at your tiredly.
âWhyâre you hereâŠ?â He mumbles.
âMissing something?â You grin, holding up the beanbag.
âWas wondering where I put thatâŠâ he mumbled.
Aizawa took the sleeping bag from you, climbing inside of it and laid down again on the ground.
Reaching out, you zipped the sleeping bag up for him, and pat his forehead a few times which earned you a slight huff from him as he closed his eyes again.
âThought you had workâŠâ
âThatâs next week, Iâve got a few days off this week. Seriously Shouta how you actually manage to function is beyond me. Have you eaten?â
âYesâŠâ
You raise a brow, standing up to look at his class.
âHas Aizawa had lunch?â
âNo!â They called out.
From the ground you could hear him grumbling about them being traitors, and one of the girls raised her hand.
âYesâŠ?â
âMy names Mina! Why did you have Mr Aizawaâs sleeping bag?!â She asks almost a little too excited.
With a small laugh you rubbed the back of your head slightly, ignoring Aizawaâs warning glare he sent you.
âWell, thatâs because weâre married, and he left it on the kitchen table.â
Immediately the class burst out in shouts of shock, confusion and disbelief that their grumpy, almost emotionless homeroom teacher had actually managed to find somebody to marry him.
Aizawa gave you a slight glare, but you could still see a small bit of softness behind his tired gaze.
Everybody was shouting out questions to you, wanting to know everything and you laughed a little bit, raising your hands to try quiet them down.
âHey, hey quiet down. Youâll get your answers, but for now I have to go, but Iâll be back soon and then we can talk, promise!â
They all nod excitedly, and as you walk back to your portal you hear Aizawa mumble something out about bringing him some jelly pouches and coffee which makes you roll your eyes.
You closed the portal as you stepped back into the apartment and quickly work on making a simple and easy lunch for Aizawa, putting on a pot of coffee as well.
While you were there, Aizawa had to deal with the unfortunate consequences of you telling his class you two were married, and he zipped his sleeping bag fully up covering his face knowing his students werenât stupid enough to try and unzip it.
After about 15 minutes, you open another portal and step through, setting a box of food on Aizawaâs desk, along with a cup of coffee, and dropping a few jelly pouches on his sleeping bag.
He let out a grumble, but unzipped his sleeping bag just enough to grab them and put them inside, it was like watching a squirrel hiding its food in a tree.
Sitting on the floor next to his desk, just slightly behind it so you could still keep an eye on your husband, you turned to his class.
âOkay, questions one at a time.â
Immediately they all raised their hands and you picked them out one by one, answering their questions and learning their names along the way.
While you talked with them, you saw Aizawa out the corner of your eye sit up in his sleeping bag, grabbing the coffee and the food from the desk.
He then shuffled over, resting his back on his desk as he ate still half asleep.
Every so often his head would droop, and youâd have to slightly nudge his knee to wake him up.
When he finished half the food, he set the box in your lap, handing you the chopsticks as he focused on drinking his coffee now, watching your carefully.
âEatâŠâ he mumbled quietly, just loud enough for you to hear.
With a small smile, you start eating while still talking to his class while he kept a watching eye on you, rummaging through through your pocket, pulling out whatever you had in there.
His class seemed very invested in their teachers love life and carried on spilling out questions, and you knew for a fact Aizawa wasnât going to be living this down any time soon
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toxic baby daddy toji! x reader headcanon ( continued , click here to read the first one)
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- toxic baby daddy toji! who will make sure to leave evidence that heâs been in your room before he leaves. Either that be a shirt or a pair of boxers in your hamper
- and when you confront him about it he acts like he has no clue what youâre talking aboutâŠtypical
- âWhy would I do that hmm? You think mïżœïżœsum kinda psycho?â His stupid lazy grin doesnât escape his lips as he scratches his bare chest.
- âI actually think you are, move Tojiâ you roll your eyes at his antics. His shirt hanging off of your fingers which you had found (very discreetly might you add ) in your panties drawer. Somehow though a smile tugs at your lips.
- toxic baby daddy toji! who looks at you in pure shock and bewilderment when heâs at your place one night. His hands had been roaming all over the underside of your silk little excuse for a nightgown you had on. Soft perky tits being palmed by his big rough hands.
- âFuck you just say tâ me sweetheart?â The talk man looked at you. His lip twitched in annoyance. How dare you deny him cumming inside his pussy?
- You wave the condom in his face. He looked so damn good, his lips were puffed up. Chest littered with your own makes you put on him. âIâm serious Toji. Iâm not getting pregnantâ
- he grabbed the square foil and looked at you.
- then he had the audacity to toss it behind his shoulder. Grabbing your legs and tugging them upwards, tossing you back on the bed with a yelp.
- âTchâŠ.this pussy belongs to me baby. If I donât fill it up just how you need, who will?â
- You said fuck the condoms after that. making that birth control appointment the very next day.
- toxic baby daddy toji! who still sends flowers to your job randomly just so your co workers know who you belong to still
- âUm (Y/N)? Thereâs another bouquet for you down stairsâ Your make co worker had uttered to you in annoyance. The man had been trying for weeks to ask you out.
- You took the bouquet from him offering him an awkward smileâŠbefore you shuffled away to the empty break room to call the culprit of your third set of orchids and peonies
- âHi babeâ He was quick to answer you.
- bastard
- âI think Kenji gets the message youâre trying to sendâ You will never tell him that it made you blush like a school girl whenever your work friends squealed whenever he sent you random gifts. it didnât help that they thought your baby daddy was a walking sex god.
- You loved knowing that regardless you had his baby, and she was adorable
- You hear his voice drop and seriousness over takes his voice
-You could practically see the creases of his eyebrows as he frowned
- âGood, because it wasnât a message doll. It was a warningâ
- âFunny, I donât see a ring on my finger or a manâs last name on my IDâ with that you quickly hung up and turned off your phone just to fuck with him
- serves him right
- toxic baby daddy toji! who is such a good dad. heâs an amazing dad to Megumi. Spoils the little boy rotten because Toji thinks KNOWS his son deserves it. Of course his little girl too!
- Your two year old little girl Rin is a perfect mix of the both of you
- She takes after him in a lot of ways
- And Toji couldnât be prouder. His chest puffs up with pride whenever he talks about his kids
- âYeah, the teacher called us the other day to tell us how amazing of a student Megumi isâ Toji brags to his business associates. Leaning up against the bar, his suit undone and a pink tinge to his cheeks from all the scotch he had been drinking. Celebrating another business venture of his. More money, more respect in his industry, more of a reason to make you even prouder of him.
- because it mattered to him most.
- âSays heâs gonna be going up to higher level classes than the rest of his classmates. Smart kid , just like his old manâ He clinks his glass to his associate with a smirk.
- toxic baby daddy toji! that you still wake up the next morning after he fucked you into the bed all night to cook breakfast for.
- A slap lands on your ass as you reach over to grab your panties to slip them on. they had been carelessly thrown at the edge of the bed, you were truly shocked to find that they werenât even ripped
- by the way he had gone feral over your new lingerie you would have assumed the poor fabric was torn
- âWhat do you want to eat?â You asked softly after slipping your robe in. Toji yawned and moved his hair out of his face. His eyes lazy and still sleepy
- âMmmm, whatever you want to make me mamaâ
- âOk, Iâll get the Keurig started. Went to the grocery store yesterday before you came over and got the coffee pods you like so muchâ You rub his chest softly, as he presses faint kisses on your jaw and shoulder
- âAlways taking care of me n the kids sweetheart, thank youâ He mumbles against your neck, his breath fanning against your pulse making you get goosebumps on your skin
- âŠeverything felt right for just a moment.
- âPapa! Iâs awake!â You hear your daughter yell from her room. Waiting for him to come get her
- and you hear an annoyed mumbled soon after from Megumi who was trying to bask in his weekend and no school
- You giggled softly âIâll go get Gumiâ
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Piece of Jake
Logan has hated his body his entire life. Obese, gay, and a shut in have been a terrible combination for him. He decides becoming his sexy roommate Jake may be just what he needs to build up his confidence.
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Iâve had a crush on Jake for⊠well forever I guess. I guess thatâs one of the perks of being a part of the same class every year since kindergarten; you get to see the cute boys become cute men. Then there was the downside of that, that anybody who bullied you from kindergarten will decide to do it until you graduate. Theyâll do it for anything too; being gay, being fat, your race, your wealth. I was lucky enough to get 3 out of the 4 for about 12 years now. However, Iâm ready for that to change.
See I was blessed with a fantastic combination of having a slow metabolism, and an anxiety which I decided to soothe with eating. The result has left me to be a 19 year old with a BMI of 42. And yeah, BMI is bullshit if youâre stacked with muscle, but I had the rolls and pudge to prove there was some truth to it. Combine this with the fact that I was more queer than a midnight premier of Rocky Horror, and I came out to be not the most popular guy in school. I thought that would all change once I went to college, but freshman year was hell. I essentially spent the entire time in my dorm room, locked up in the dark and playing video games. But, I guess it wasnât all that bad.
See, back to Jake. Jake kept his status quo of being one of the top dogs from the ages of 5 to 18. Baseball star, debate captain, and voted âmost likely to succeedâ by our peers. Top all of that off that he was on of the few people who actually wasnât a total ass to me, and you can see why I was head over heels for him. He was straight of course, and even if there was a touch of bisexuality in him, he would never be interested in me. Now color me surprised when I found out that not only were we going to the same college, but we got randomly assigned to be roommates in the dorms! I was astounded, it was like there really was an astral force looking out for me.Â
So for almost the entirety of our freshman year, we chit chatted here and there, but Jake was almost never home. Instead, he was working to get himself into one of the fraternities and move into the house. While I was sad to not have as much time to admire Jake as I would like, that did give me the opportunity to go through his stuff. Mostly his closet. Jake wore the usual clothes youâd expect, hoodies, jerseys, wrangler jeans and the like. However, being that he was on the baseball team at the college, I found his stash of jockstraps he wore for practice. And good god, thank goodness laundry day was only once a week. The other 6 days I had a full time supply of used jocks to sniff and fantasize with.Â
I even tried to put one of them on in a hormone-fueled rage, but my thighs were probably the same mass as his entire body, and I couldnât get the damn thing on. The longer I admired Jake and saw him for who he was, the more my love for him grew. With that, so did my jealousy. Jake was everything I wanted. He was fit, cool, and could get any guy he wanted if he even batted an eye at them. My time alone did prove to give me an opportunity to do some research however.Â
See, Iâve tried for a long, long, long time to get fit on my own. Watching my diet, exercise, starving myself. But, nothing would work. Thatâs when I started to look for more, creative solutions. I came across a blog hidden deep on the web which talked about taking another personâs form. Most of these seemed bogus, but I had to try. I found one eventually from a user, âMagic_Mann_720â who shared a potion, once which he claimed could turn anybody into a bodysuit. I was about to just toss it aside, but after looking at my desk and seeing the empty bag of McDonaldâs staring back at me, I said fuck it.Â
In all honesty, brewing a magic potion was easier than I assumed it would be, and after just a few short weeks of waiting for unusual supplies to arrive in the mail, I had a vial of the stuff at my whim. Now, who could I possibly give this to? No, not Jake. But also, maybe? Would that make me the worst person imaginable if I slipped this to him? He was one of the few good people I had come across, I couldnât betray him like that. However, I saw one glimpse of his jock hanging from his hamper, and doubts crossed my mind. It was staring back at me, taunting me with how tight it fucking was. I had to wear it, and I only knew of one body it would perfectly fit.Â
He was like clockwork, especially early in the morning when he made his preworkout and went off to the gym at 6 in the morning. I set my alarm for 5:50, just early enough to slip the potion into his drink before he woke up and set off. It was of course impossible to wake up so early in the morning, but somehow I managed to silence my alarm without waking Jake.Â
I fumbled around in the dark and found his shake he made the night before. I had slept with the vial under my pillow, though I could barely sleep from the anticipation of my task today. Being careful to not wake him, I unscrewed the lid, dumped the contents of the vial into the jar, and shook it up. I had just laid back in my bed when his alarm woke him up. I kept my eyes closed, hoping to trick him into thinking I was asleep. I heard him stumble around the room, getting his bearings, getting dressed. I couldnât resist popping one eye open to see his lithe frame as he found a tank and basketball shorts.Â
He was already wearing boxers, but if my plan went accordingly, he never would wear such loose fitting underwear again. I heard him grab his shake, and my heart began to race. The pop of the lid went off, and I strained my ears to listen to him drain the contents quickly and quietly. The lid closed and just as I heard the doorknob turn, there was the sound of heavy stomps. I opened my eyes a bit wider to see Jake stumbling around, trying to get his bearings.Â
âHey⊠Logan?â Jake said weakly. I pretended to wake up and rose from bed, seeing him lean against his desk.Â
âJake? You okay?â I asked him. He turned his head to me, panting.Â
âI d-donât feel good man,â he said between breaths. âGet.. get help. Help.. me..â He slumped to the ground, and while I anticipated a loud thud as his jock body slammed to the ground, it was a soft thump, like that of clothes tossed to the ground. For a moment, I hesitated to creep any closer, afraid of what I would find. I mustered up the courage to turn on the bedside lamp and found a near horrifying site by the door.Â
There on the ground was Jake, but he was flat as a pancake. He arms and legs stretched out, head deflated, and the clothes he was wearing were atop of him in a pile. I tiptoed to the body, already feeling regret in what I had done. Fuck why did I do this to him? Was I really so driven by my own lust I essentially just killed a good guy?Â
My own footsteps were much heavier than Jakes, making the floorboards creek. I kicked at the body, the skin feeling as alive as ever, but made no movement of its own. I got on my knees, and with the tips of my fingers, grabbed Jakeâs hair and pulled his head up. I was met with Jakeâs face, his eyes now hollow sockets and mouth agape. I dropped the skin and scuttled back in fear. Fuck fuck fuck, itâs so god damn creepy! I took a few deep breaths and crawled on my hands and knees to the body once more.Â
I tried to be more confident this time, grabbing him by his shoulders, and pulling him up as I struggled to stand. Jake was of similar height to me, so once I was fulling standing, I leaned the face to my mine, the tips of his toes still slumped on the floor. You know, itâs less creepy now. Jake was always a cutie, and even as a husk of himself he was irresistible. It was too late now, and while I felt bad about what I had done, I did it with a purpose. The issue now was, how the hell did I fit inside? Speaking of, would I fit at all?
I pulled at his cheek and found it to be rather elastic. My curiosity piqued, and I pulled at the corners of his mouth, which stretched at least a foot wide when I put some effort in. That gave me an idea. I quickly took off my shirt and briefs, catching my reflection in the standing mirror as I did so. God damn it, I was so fucking fat. My stomach hung out in front of me, almost covering my pathetic cock. Ass was as wide as trailer, neck rolls which made it seem like my head sat straight on my shoulders. Tits bigger than most girls I went to school with. This was my last chance to do something about it.Â
I sat on my bed, laying Jake down in front of me like a pair of pants. Stepping one foot into Jakeâs mouth, I stretched it further and further until my thick calves were encompassed by his lips. Grabbing at his chest, I pulled him further up my leg, already running out of breath as I did so. This was a workout on its own. I remember watching videos of guys slipping into wetsuits when I was a teenager, it was a slight fetish of mine. I loved seeing the neoprene cling to their slim figures. Those guys would go inch by inch yanking the suit further up them, so I went ahead and mirrored the practice.Â
I found doing so actually made the process easier. Soon enough, my foot aligned with Jakeâs. I shimmied his calves to match mine, but it was so incredibly tight. It was like my leg was vacuum sealed inside of him, crushing the fat around my leg down to match his. I began to pant, scared I was cutting off all circulation. I was so scared to look down and see something horrific, but shot a glance and was amazed by what I saw. There, my right leg was pristine. It was a mirror image of Jakeâs which I had stared at so often when he wore shorts. I wiggled my toes, and Jakeâs did the same motion.Â
Kicking my leg around, the pain began to subside, and I could see up to my knee, it was like I had worked out my entire life. I could feel the beaming smile creep across my face as I stretched Jakeâs mouth open wide again to shove my other foot inside. Now that I had some practice, my left leg was far easier to work with and soon enough, I had two sets of legs which were built from years of baseball practices and running. My thighs proved to be another issue entirely, practically twice the twice of my calves.Â
I stood up from the bed, almost falling over from my balance being so off. Grabbing at Jakeâs stomach, I jumped up and down a few times, his skin stretching and sliding over me with his lurch. My I stuck my hand down the inside of Jakeâs mouth, the feeling of my now erect cock sliding against the inside of Jake. Although I wasnât generously endowed, it still hurt to have it crushed inside of him. I found Jakeâs cock, and while deflated, certainly overshadowed mine in length and girth. With one hand on the outside, and the other inside, I guided mine into his like a sheath.Â
It was the most orgasmic feeling I had ever experienced. Jakeâs cock went from looking like a flattened worm, to coming to full erection. He was at least seven inches long, and despite mine being half the size, somehow felt like it was filled entirely. It was beet red from anticipation, and while I wanted to cum right here and now, I had to finish what I started. I turned to the mirror once more, and was shocked by what I saw. From the waist up, I was still fat fuck Logan, but from the lower half, I was built like a god damn star. My new cock swung side to side, stiff as a board, and my ass, while squeezed in like a sausage, now was as perky as if I squatted 300 lbs. I turned and slapped Jakeâs ass, watching as the taut skin slapped me back. All hints of cellulite gone.Â
Finally was the part I was most afraid of, my stomach. It hung over the edge of Jakeâs body, the flap of my stomach going over Jakeâs lips. I sucked it in, which did practically nothing. Taking one of my arms, I pushed it as far in as I could, and used my other hand to pull the lips of Jakeâs mouth up. I groaned in pain, feeling like a rubber band was squishing me in and threatening to cut me in half. Somehow though, his head moved up and moved. It was by inches and incredibly painful. Once I reached my belly button, I found a system to make it easier. Moving him up further and further, I finally reached my chest before I had to fall onto the bed.Â
I was breathing heavier than ever, and drenched in sweat from what was left of my original body. I felt Jakeâs, and he was as dry as ever, as he would never be worn out from such a task. I counted down from ten and hoisted myself up, catching my sight in the mirror. My moobs hung over Jakeâs torso, but it was like I was wearing a skin corset. I rubbed my had over my new stomach, feeling how flat it was. In fact, I would even see the beginnings of a six pack bulging out. It was surreal, I donât think Iâve been this thing since⊠ever. I took a deep breath and worked to shove each of my tits down Jakeâs mouth.Â
Each of them was a chore on their own, but eventually, all that was left were my arms and head. I donât know how that would work, but if I made it this far, it was certainly possible. It would be tough as I would lose an arm at a time trying to slide them in. Taking my right one first, I wriggled my fingers inside, pushing them down Jakeâs like a skin tight glove. With each inch my fingers slid in, it was easier and easier as I gained Jakeâs strength. Eventually, the fingers found their way into his. I pulled at his bicep, as stretchy as the rest of him, and snapped it into place, enclosing my arm.Â
I rushed to do the same with my left and with my newfound strength, found this section to be the easiest. I was almost done. Jakeâs lips were around my neck, and I had to use his fingers to make sure he didnât choke me. I glanced at the mirror, and found Jake with my head. I turned my body around, admiring his form. I had taken several sneaky glances at him as he changed, but to have full autonomy, to see his tattoo on his thigh, the way his veins popped in his hands, the curvature of his muscles, it was like I was being treated to a feast.Â
âGoodbye Logan,â I told myself. I donât know if I would come back from this. Or, if I would even want to. I took a deep breath and shimmied his head up my own. The same tight sensation took over my entire headspace and it was like a migraine hit me. Using my hands, I smushed my face around, placing my nose into his, eyes, lips. I fluttered my eyelids and had to refocus my vision. Going to the mirror was a picture perfect reflection of Jake.Â
âHoly shit,â I said. Oh fuck, that was still my voice. I guess that wouldnât have changed. I donât know how I could pull off Jakeâs voice, but I would have to practice it. I looked at the corner of my mouth, seeing my original lips peak through Jakeâs. I took a finger, stretching and pulling it into place.
There, I was Jake. Fuck I was Jake! I laughed and rubbed my arms across my body, watching as Jake did it in the mirror.Â
I spent a good ten minutes trying different poses and watching as Jake bent to my will. Sniffing his pits, making funny faces, bending over and showing off my new hole to myself. That last one sent me over the edge and I knew I had to blow off the steam which had built up. I sat on the bed and hoisted my legs up, cradling the back of my knees in my hands. I could never have even thought about attempting that in my old body, but as Jake, I felt so lithe. My smile was beaming in between my legs as I puckered my hole. I had to see what this looked like. I wanted to see Jake be pathetic now. I twisted my face to match that of so many porn actors I had watched alone in this room.Â
âOhhhh⊠oh fuck me daddy,â I said, begging, watching Jakeâs eyes as they wished desperately for a fat cock to fill him up. I split into my hand and began to pump my new cock, already slick and slimy from precum. I stuck a finger in my mouth and wet it before sliding it over my hole and slicking it up. I had plenty of experience playing with my old hole, but I always struggled to get my arm in a position to really get deep in. Jake didnât have that problem though. I started to finger fuck myself, watching as Jake became his own bitch.Â
âOh fuck daddy, fuck me. Fuck me!â I yelled, the point of climax racing through my cock before I could even react. Laces of cum shot out and started to drench my body, reaching even to my face and getting into my hair. I pulled my finger out of my hole, let go of my cock, and felt it rest against my thigh. There in the reflection was Jake, covered in his own cum and looking like a bitch.Â
I giggled, knowing I should feel far more guilty about what I had done, but too high on my own bliss to care. After bathing in my glory, I decided to clean Jake up and explore his body some more. I grabbed one of his towels and left the room, still naked. Walking down the dorm hall to the bathroom, it was still dead silent. Logan would have been petrified at the idea of being caught naked by somebody, but Jake? Well Jake now hoped somebody would see him and be jealous.Â
Getting into the bathroom, I passed by Brad, another guy on our floor, who had a towel wrapped around his waist, still glistening from his shower.Â
âJake, the fuck?â He asked. I couldnât pull off Jakeâs voice yet, but I gave him a pat on the shoulder and winked at him as I pushed past. For a second I caught a glimpse of him checking out my body before he shook his head and rushed out to his room. I went to one of the mirrors in the bathroom and knelt over, posing and kissing at myself. Jake was going to become a lot more playful it seemed.Â
I took my time in the shower, feeling every crevice of Jakeâs body and feeling myself up. And of course, stretching out his hole some more to work him up to taking a real dick. Maybe by one of his new frat brothers I need to meet. Once I got back to our room, I knew there was only one thing left on my to do list of the morning. I went to Jakeâs hamper and pulled out the jock which was mocking me just hours before. I sniffed at, Jakeâs pheromones becoming mine.Â
I slipped both legs down and had no trouble at all this time adjusting my bulge and feeling the elastic hug my jock thighs. I snapped one of the bands, feeling a sheer run my spine as I did so. Slipping one of his black shirts on, I went for Jakeâs phone, which thankfully could be opened with just his face. I snapped a few pictures for myself to look at whenever I pleased. Now, how about we download Grindr to it and see what this new body can pull?
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Hanma relationship headcannons
- He definitely pulls, so heâs been with a ton of girls. None of them lasted more than 2 months, and he just used them. You were supposed to just be another girl he used then tossed away, but he ended up staying. You were fun, and he needed more people apart from Kisaki to annoy.
- This mf is definitely annoying. Can and WILL ask you if youâre on your period whenever your mad (he knows you arenât, heâs probably being creepy and tracking your cycle too.).
- The boys in Valhalla probably ask him for advice with girls. His advice is bad.
- âGirls hate it when they call you and you donât pick up straight away. So if you canât answer your woman, just switch your phone off. She canât question you if you do that.â
- âWhen you guys go out, donât pay. Let the girl pay, or youâre executing toxic masculinity, and she wonât like that. You guys need to be more woke.â
- He KNOWS his advice is bad, which is why he doesnât use any of those tips with you. If you guys go out, none of you are paying. Heâll dine and dash. Want something from a shop? Distract the guy at the counter and heâll grab it and run.
- At this point in your relationship, heâll probably catch feelings and he wonât just randomly dump you over text.
- When Halloween rolls around, you two prank call Kisaki and literally everyone in Valhalla.
- Despite how annoying he is, he never forgets a special occasion. Heâll act like he did only to surprise you later. Probably got you a pet chicken for your birthday but then you made him take it back because he stole it.
- Would rather DIE than admit he gets jealous whenever you interact with boys. Not just any boys, but specifically those nice guys who are sensitive and are genuinely sweet to girls.
- He canât be like that, heâll forever have a reputation of playing around with girls and being a womanizer. Even if heâs in a dedicated relationship with you, he still gets paranoid you might realize that you deserve better and leave him.
- Definitely high maintenance when he catches feelings. Texts you 20 times a day and expects you to reply and have a conversation with him.
- Has a bad habit of sneaking into your room whilst youâre asleep and standing over you until you wake up to scare you.
- Refuses to stop until you move in with him, and one day you do!
- Leaves empty noodle cups, dirty socks and drinking glasses all around your shared room. He wonât even help to clean, heâll just give you a big ass grin and promise not to do it again.
- Likes to catch you off-guard, like twice a year he writes you a very meaningful poem and leaves it in the pocket of a piece of clothing you wear a lot. He expects you to give him tons of kisses whenever he does.
- Doesnât stop talking about you to Kisaki. Itâs always âOh yeah, Y/N likes that.â âI wonder what sheâs doing right now..â âY/N says she doesnât like you.â
- Yes, he does tell people you are pretending to like but donât actually that you dislike them. So you probably shouldnât tell him if you donât like someone..
- Accuses Kisaki of being jealous whenever he tells Hanma to shut up. âJeez, Kisaki! If you want a girlfriend, Iâll be your trusted wingman. First off, make sure to disappear randomly to make yourself mysterious, girls love thatâŠâ
#tokyo revengers#hanma shuji#relationship#headcannons#m4nj1r0s#kisaki tetta#hanma x reader#hanma x y/n#hanma shuji x reader#tr#valhalla#Hanma
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đ„đšđŻđ đąđŹ đđŠđđđ«đ«đđŹđŹđąđ§đ . / sim jaeyun
sim jaeyun x fem reader!
read part two here <3
synopsis : who knew there was something behind your relationship with the infamous smart guy at school? you had questions as to why jake likes you and chose you to be his girlfriend out of all people. soon, you found out the truth: by a bet.
includes : 1.5k | cursing (internally) | again with the one sided relationship sigh | iâm a SUCKER for angst so.. | jake is a loser and i would end myself if this happened irl | y/n youâre too nice :((
extra: olivia rodrigo is my mom , if i was y/n i wouldâve slapped the shit out of jake but letâs not get too physical here eh?? :] , i havenât seen much jake angst (because heâs the most loving human ever??? he would NEVER ever do something like this) so here i am⊠:D
likes, comments, and reposts are very much appreciated <3
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âthanks for making me get $100, babeâ
you look up from your seat to see your boyfriend, jake holding a $100 bill between his index and middle fingers. he sent you a wink which already made you blush like crazy but then you slowly processed the words.
what?
âwhat?â your expression dropped. you looked at jake, waiting for a response for what he meant.
âi said,â he planted his two hands in front of his desk, staring down at you with his beautiful eyes of his. you stared back with nothing but confusion in your eyes.
âthanks for letting me have $100 sweet cheeks.â jakeâs lips curved up. he slowly leaned towards your cheeks, pecking them before proudly looking down at his cash.
that little nickname he gave you made your hearts do back flips as usual.
you stood still before replying, âwhat do you mean? you used me?â
youâve liked jake ever since he was in the schoolâs soccer team since sophomore year. heâs popular for his smartness, his godly visuals, his amazing personality of his that steals the hearts of girls, and his talents.
your introverted personality of yours didnât dare to make a move on jake. you were undoubtedly shy and didnât like social interaction very much. all of the girls were in line to ask him out and directly confess their love to him, but you didnât. you werenât in line, you were just observing him from the side, mentally noting what he likes, didnât like, what topics he likes to talk about and many more.
the only proof that you like him was through a little post it note you had on your desk before leaving to go to cafeteria.
sim jaeyun <3
was all youâve written in pink in your yellow post it note. you havenât told anyone, even your closest friend for you would be afraid of the public teasing that would soon eventually let the whole school know you like jake.
five months, he suddenly asked you out because he thought you were the âmost beautiful girl i had ever laid eyes on but was scared to make a moveâ, quoted by sim jake himself.
at first you didnât question it as to why he randomly asked you out.
you remember that day, you were blushing like crazy, heart almost ripping out of your rib cage, and you had all sorts of scenarios and activities both you and jake can do because both of you are in a relationship.
well, were in a relationship.
âyeah.â your thoughts were interrupted when jake responded with a heartless tone. âi admit that you were cute when you bought me gifts, but either than that,
iâve never liked you.â his tone was monotonous.
is that why i reminded him of my birthday? is that why i reminded him of our monthsavrie? when my classes end? is that why i was the first to everything? good morning texts?
thinking about your past memories where you felt the most happy with jake,
was all just an act. just for the damn $100 dollars.
jake being the first one to hold your hand whenever both of you met, even if itâs a minute in the hallways or meeting after school ended, him being the first to notice you shivering and toss you his hoodie even if he was cold, him volunteering to help you study your subjects even if itâs 2am, him wiping your lips with his soft fingers from eating ice cream, him listening to your rants and sobs whenever your parents fight late at night, and always looking at you with nothing but love and admiration you believed,
all an act?
you lowered your head, trying to contain your proper breathing and trying not let your tears fall down. you exhaled, closing your eyes.
âwho asked you?â
jakeâs face slightly clenched when seeing your eyes filled with rage yet tears threatening to spill out. âwho asked you for the bet?â you asked once again but with a firm tone. you didnât break eye contact. you were thinking of his friends he always hung out with, park sunghoon, yang jungwon, lee heeseung, and many more but you felt like these people - your best friends as well - would never hurt you like that.
instead of being sad and running away, youâre staring at your ex boyfriend with bitterness. the loving stare youâve had towards jake was rather replaced as if heâs your enemy. yeah, youâve been backstabbed.
âdoes it matter?â jake tilted his head, shrugging it off. âwhat matters is i got my money.â he flicked his bill right in front of your face, his tongue peaking when he mockingly smiled at you.
you glanced at the dollar and then back at jake.
âdid i mean nothing to you?â you asked, your thoughts suddenly spilling from your lips. âwas our relationship nothing to you?â a tear spilled out of your eyes. seconds later, multiple of them were easily sliding down your cheeks.
you stood up from your seat, looking directly into jakeâs emotionless eyes. âdid you have fun playing with my feelings? did you enjoy taking my likeness towards you as an advantage? were your friends having fun hyping us up whenever we were around them? did you at least have some fucking sympathy for me!?â
after screaming, you looked down. you were going crazy. literally.
âgod, y/n calm down. youâre embarrassing me, lower your volume.â jake crinkled his nose, eyes wandering around to see if there was anyone near the both of you.
despite not looking at him, you can hear the annoyance in his tone and the rolling of his eyes whenever you guys argue. he would call you âoverdramatic.â
âfine.â you gulped before looking at him. you imagined yourself as a crying mess. itâs like every argument you had, jake would not cry, but you were.
you had to contain yourself to not let your emotions overwhelm you, but itâs hard right now.
you just got used for money.
âi hope that $100 dollar bill reminds you how much of a shitty person you are.â you grabbed your book bag and ran for your life.
out of that suffocating room.
i canât believe it, you thought.
heâs a bitch heâs a bitch why is he a bitch!? why did he choose me!? why did he hurt me? i did nothing but .. love him and be there for him.. what did i do to get treated like this??
your chest hurts like shit, you canât breathe, you canât think properly, all you wanna do is to hide forever and never face jake the following monday at school. you wanted to go anywhere. anywhere but be in a room with him, sim jaeyun.
god, love is fucking embarrassing as hell.
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YEAHHH jake angst drabbleđș idk how to feel this one as i canât imagine jake doing such a thing :(( but we need a change donât we ? i hope you enjoyed it!! thank you for reading!! âŁïž
#enhypen drabbles#enhypen x reader#enhypen angst#enhypen jake#sim jaeyun#sim jaeyun angst#enhypen jake angst#enhypen oneshot#enhypen imagines#enhypen oneshots#enhypen x yn#enhypen x female reader#shim jaeyun#shim jake#enha smau#enha x reader#enha scenarios#enha imagines#enha angst#enha jake
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Hey, I know the vote isn't done yet but I was wondering what our first interactions would be like with them all?
We can certainly arrange that!! Ask related to this post!
*Internally kicking his feet like a little girl seeing so many interactions with our post* ( ⹠Ꭰ⹠)
although maybe itâs a little short since we would rather leave more context for the actual posts - Tea
I read wrong a comment and thought they were requesting a shop owner when in truth they were talking about the seller, now the shop has an extra character *look into the abyss in poor reading comprehension*
In my defense, google said 'shopkeeper' was an equivalent to shop owner *disappointed of herself in non-native english speaker* but oh well, the more the merrier (ÊÆȘ3ïŒïœâĄ- coffee
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representation of the twins receiving incentives to post
Word count: 2k
tw: yandere behavior, nonhuman yanderes, human yanderes, delusional, RIP self-preservation, written in you/yours, willing reader
-`âĄÂŽ- Dizie -`âĄÂŽ-
You walk into your house, still submerged in your own thoughts as you walk through the door.
"Uh, maybe I should arrange something to welcome Dizie when he arrives? I hope I don't come off as awkward..."
But... Why is your place so dark?
 You hear the door being slammed shut and as you attempt to turn towards it, a hand snakes over your mouth with a delicate yet firm touch as another coils around your waist from behind.Â
"You were worried about my first impression of you? That's⊠really cute"
The voice of a man purrs near your ear and then you feel his face gently nuzzling with the top of your head like an affectionate cat, a rather deadly one.
"I took the liberty of checking around your home, you know, to make sure everything is like it's supposed to be, to make sure nobody else is lurking around⊠I'm so glad that isn't the case, you're all mine to cherish⊠only mine"
You feel his nuzzling being replaced by a soft kiss on the top of your head, as the slender hand covering your mouth moves to gently hold your face while his thumb gently rubs your cheek.Â
[Clarification: Dizie is NOT stuck in his past or still in love with the last âdarlingâ he was bought by. He doesn't see the reader as a replacement of any sort. We want to get that out of the way from the get go, he's just traumatized (as he probably should be ngl) - the twins]
-`âĄÂŽ- Gabriel -`âĄÂŽ-
Tossing your keys onto your couch cushion you let out a soft sigh, the walk back home was rather awkward, well, as awkward as can be with a man following behind like a lost puppy, his eyes practically piercing the back of your head. You wondered why he kept walking behind you but brushed the thought out quickly as you felt him let out a veery faint sigh of awe while glancing around your home.
âit smells just like you-â
The man whispered to himself, his words quiet yet the silence of you both being alone allowed you to hear him very clearly. flattering, but also a little unnerving.Â
How did he manage to smell you when he was walking like a meter away from you?
His hands fidgeted as you glanced back at him, his eyes landing on your form still basking in the sight like you were some sort of divine entity before him.
 âThis must be Gabriel thenâÂ
you thought, connecting your choice with the man that just randomly started following you which you didn't have the heart to scare away.
 When the seller said he was a worshiper⊠he wasn't exaggerating.
Shakily, he reaches for one of your hands, clasping it tenderly with both his hands, completely engulfing yours with the warmth of his nervous fidgeting. His cheeks blaze red by the mere idea of touching your skin.
He leans down, pressing his forehead to the back of your hand, taking a shaky breath, then looking up to meet your gaze with pure adoration.
âI'm so incredibly thankful to be in your presence, darling. I'm so glad you chose meâŠâ
(A person called him and Grier 'pathetic little mew mews' and now that lives rent free on my head; if you read this, I love your energy - coffee)
-`âĄÂŽ- Oliver -`âĄÂŽ-
This man is eager, that's for sure. There's no denying it as he practically drags you with him to his bakery as soon as your finger grazed his name on that paper.
You couldn't say a thing though, that wide smile on his face was just as sweet as the scent that wafted through the air as you entered the shop with the jingle of the welcome bell.
You were ordered to sit back and enjoy a cup of coffee with some butter cookies for the wait. He wanted to make something special, he said, quickly diving into the kitchen without saying another word.
You took a small bite of the cookie thinking perhaps there was something in it, but if you were his darling now then it shouldn't be anything harmful, should it? The cookie was⊠just any normal cookie, it was delicious even, buttery and crumbly, mixing perfectly with the rich flavor of the coffee.Â
Your mind drifted to the manâs appearance as he gave you constant glances, peeking from the kitchen a little too often, it was adorable in a way, like he was checking if you were still there. There was no need to check though, he had locked the entrance as soon as you walked in and you had totally noticed. You weren't going anywhere.Â
A few minutes later he peeked again, though this time with a tray in his hands, he approached and placed it in front of you, a delicious slice of cheesecake greeting you. He smiled proudly as he saw your mouth water and as you eyes scanned the delicious treat you couldn't help but notice the fresh cut on his finger already bandaged up yet still bleeding a bit through the gauze⊠how deep was the cut? The blood was so red it didn't look like a superficial wound.
âI'm just a bit nervous, Dear, i wanted to cut it perfectly for you⊠my hand must have slippedâ
He reassured you, dismissing the severity of it but quickly hiding the cut from you. His sheepish smile though made you forget about it for a hot minute- how was this bulky man such a sweetheart?Â
Your fork soon dug into the creamy goodness of the cheesecake, the raspberry sauce that sat on top dripping a bit, its rich red color almost resembling that of his blood. What a passionate bakerâŠ
(...I love him, okay? -Tea)
-`âĄÂŽ- singer -`âĄÂŽ-
The door of the car is opened before you get the chance to even lift a finger and you are greeted by the angelic face of a man, worthy of praise and worship, smiling down at you and offering his hand as to help you get out of the car
"Hi~, welcome welcome, how are you feeling on such a joyful day as today? I hope that you are as thrilled as I am"
He says with a charming smile, holding your hand delicately for you to exit the car then guides you into his house, his eyes ogling you like a three course meal.
"Would you like something to drink? A water perhaps? I don't really have much sugary drinks since i take care of my vocal cords, but if that's what you'd like then I'll absolutely find a way to get it for you"
"Oh, I'm really fine, don't wor-"
His step falters before stopping dead in his tracks, his smile softening in⊠awe? He shuffles closer as your voice trails off by the sudden action.
"Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry to interrupt your words, I just couldn't help but get closer⊠you speak so softly, I'd wish to hear you more clearly"
He puts his hand on your shoulder reassuringly, though it quickly moves up to your neck, his thumb caressing your throat.
"You shouldn't overthink too much, your duty here is being happy with me, and when I'm not around, feel free to enjoy your free time as you wish; my only condition here is you take care of yourself and⊠to not look at anyone else in the eye for too long⊠but well, you shouldâve already expected that, you signed for it, honey"
-`âĄÂŽ- Myotis -`âĄÂŽ-
You feel your heart on your throat as the butler opens the door for you, as you make your way inside, you feel like you walked straight into a historical movie of some sort, if the outside looked already out of a gothic fairytale, you can't find the words to describe how impressive the inside is.
"I'm glad you seem to like the place, Amore, that makes things easier for both of us. I hope you can forgive my eagerness to meet you"
You can't help but get surprised when you notice him right beside you, speaking to you dearly as he grabs your hand as if it was made of glass to softly kiss the back before giving you a smile.
"Fear not, you can always indulge yourself and wander around to enjoy the mansion, but I rather that the precious focus of your gaze be on me, Iâd be delighted to spend as much time with you as possible, don't you think so?"Â
-`âĄÂŽ- Lior -`âĄÂŽ
You enter your home excited, wondering if you should get some fairy lights and stuff for the yandere you chose when a rustling in the distance disturbs your thoughts, grounding you back to reality.
You make your way in the direction of the noise and find yourself standing in front of your bedroom window where the poor moth boy flutters his wings trying to squeeze past the small gap, half of his body still hanging outside the window. This must be Lior.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to disturb you, I just thought I would be able to fit in the open gap"
You truly can't help but giggle at the situation, okay, he is really cute for a yandere, the seller sure speaks the truth.
He grumbles uncomfortably, wiggling his way inside your home. His satchel almost falling out the window, but he manages to grab it mid air. Fast reflexes, that's a plus.
"I brought a present with me!"
He sighed out in relief while holding his satchel. With some effort due to his limited movement, he is quick to lift his bag and rummage through it, proudly lifting in the air a big cinnamon scented candle.
âSome light for my daylight! I-I thought you'd like it, though I'm not allowed to use candles⊠I always burn myself with the waxâ
(he's my baby and i love him, thank you very much. -tea)
-`âĄÂŽ- Tarak -`âĄÂŽ
"Huh, what a gorgeous beingâŠfor a human⊠I will accept your proposal"
The dragon says in a low husky voice, gazing at you with a smirk, his hand gently lifting your chin so that your eyes meet his.
"You were the one that got chosen, not the other way around"
The seller quickly remarks, the humanoid dragon clicking his tongue in response.
âSame difference... the order of the factors does not alter the product after all, we are united either wayâ
Even if the humanoid acts roughly with the seller, Tarak gently puts your hand on his arm and holds it there as he walks outside of the store with you. What a gentleman.
"You are going to love the forest, of course, my cave is most enchanting, but I did in fact go out of my way and make a cabin next to it, everything is already taken cared of, I know not every species has the resilience to prosper in my environment, but, well, your ancestors used to live in caves... so maybe you can manage"
âIs my home not an option from the beginning?â
You say a little nervous, not sure if you can actually survive in a forest without being eaten alive by the wildlife, although you must admit that is kind of a silly thought if you think of the power of a dragon like him.
He looked like he was about to protest your request, but just your scent in the air was all he needed to sense your feelings and give you a look as he relaxed his shoulder in defeat.
"... alright, I'll indulge you, we have a lot of time in our hands to adjust to the changes around us anyways, I'll stay at your home until you are comfortable enough to come to mine, I will make sure to adorn it in any way you please for when that time comes"
He gently messes with your hair as a way to reassure you before he resumes walking, following you to your home.
-`âĄÂŽ- Grier -`âĄÂŽÂ
The seller goes down the wooden ladder after taking the tape off the camera lense and signs for you to come closer to it.
"The cameras here don't have sound but showing you to him should be enough of a clue all by itself"
You freeze as the security camera focuses on you, standing there, you wave awkwardly and the camera starts moving side to side abruptly before freezing, like the person behind it moved away from it.
"Well, either he fainted or he is coming right away!"
The seller says in a cheerful voice as he goes to cover the camera lense again with a strip of tape. A couple of minutes pass before you hear the screeching stop of a car parking in front of the shop hurriedly, soon followed by a panting man who barges inside like his life depended on it.
âIâm here! I'm here!!âÂ
He says almost tripping on his own feet as he shoves in your face a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
"Oh, those are my favorites! Thank you"
"I-I know, don't worry, I made sure to do a quick background check on your medical history so I don't trigger any allergies, I promise I will gather more information tonight! Don't worry"
-`âĄÂŽ- The seller -`âĄÂŽ
"I already told you, I'm not a yandere"
"How did you know I don't go out?"
"You're practically chronically online! It's just a lucky guess"
"My screen time is something even weirder for you to know!"
"..."
"..."
"... don't tell management"
[Clarification: yes, the sellerâs is shorter, that's because as far as we can tell, he's most likely to win first place in the survey so we are saving up most of his character and interactions for his main post (â ïœĄâ âąÌâ áŽâ -â )â ⧠- the twins]Â
-`âĄÂŽ- âŠowner? -`âĄÂŽ
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"Oh, that's an interesting turn of events, so many options yet the button you press is not even part of the survey..? How experimentalâ
The owner let out a rich laugh as he spoke his usual nonsense to catch your attention through the speakers of the shop.
"Ah yes, 'nonsense'. What a disappointing excuse.."
The owner argued with himself under his breath before he sights.
"Want something to drink?"
*Ejem* little clarification (it's the third one now in this post, get a grip. - tea to himself), characters that aren't in this survey have already been requested in asks or comments or, well, won the first survey. we haven't forgotten about them, we are already working on their posts đ - tea
Don't forget! If you like something specific, you can ask freely! As I said before, we love interactions! (Attentions seekers? More like validation seekers lol) - coffee
sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure âŁ
Divider by tea âïž (i know I'm amazing/j)
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Heyyy
Do you do request? I hope you do requests.
I had this idea, and I really like your writing.
So imagine. Enemies to Lovers. Reader is an og avenger. And reader and bucky hate each other. (for some reason, idk). But she can't help but worry about him sometimes due to his trauma and the winter soldier program and stuff. But she still hates him
So, once, when bucky has this nightmare, he is shouting and grunting in his sleep. He is still laying on his bed and his eyes are closed. His eyebrows are furrowed. So the reader, she hears him and slowly makes her way towards his bedroom and starts comforting him by rubbing his head, massaging his head, whispering calming and soothing words in his ear, so that he falls back asleep into a peaceful slumber. However bucky doesn't know who it was (Since he was still kinda half asleep or something.) The reader after her work is done calmly and quietly goes back to her own bedroom. Next day bucky approaches her and ask if it was her to helped him last night or something I don't know if it makes sense but I hope you understand what I am trying to say
Thank you love ya bye
<3
(Please don't make it smut)
Care and Worry » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary: Even though Bucky and Y/N donât get along, she canât help but care and worry about him.
Warnings: tiny bit of Angst, Fluff, language, Enemies to Lovers, nightmares, kissing, pet names (doll)
A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this. I hope this is what you imagined.
Written on my phone. Iâm sorry for any mistakes and typos.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found this one on Pinterest.
For as long as you and Bucky have known each other, you two donât get along. You two hate each other. You know hate is a strong word, but thatâs how you two feel about each other. Well, a little more Bucky than you. Deep down, you canât help but care and worry about him after everything he has been through.
You were walking back to your bedroom from the kitchen when you heard noises coming from Buckyâs bedroom who happens to be next door to yours. You walked over to his room, pressing your ear against the door. You heard him talking and making groaning noises. You wrapped your hand around the door knob and slowly turned it, only to find out that itâs unlocked. You opened the door wide enough to slowly go inside of his room. You quietly closed the door behind you. You looked at Bucky to see him tossing and turning in his bed with his eyebrows furrowed, covered in a thin layer of sweat, and breathing heavily. It hurt you to see him like this. You carefully laid down on his bed next to him and began to cautiously run your fingers through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp.
âItâs ok.â You whispered in his ear. âEverything is fine. Try to relax.â You say sweetly.
You watched as his body slowly relaxed, his eyebrows werenât furrowed anymore, and his breathing went back to normal.
âThere you go. Youâre ok.â You whispered, kissing the side of his head.
You stayed there for a couple more minutes, massaging his head and running your fingers through his hair just to be sure. You carefully and quietly stood up and left his bedroom to go to your room. You knew that you were going to sleep better, knowing that you helped Bucky through a nightmare. The following morning, Bucky woke up without feeling tired for once. He wasnât sure what it was, but he was glad that he was able to get some sleep.
âMorning, Buck. Howâd you sleep?â Steve asks as Bucky walks in the lounge.
âSurprisingly good.â Bucky answers. âWhich is kinda weird.â He says.
âWhyâs it weird?â Steve asks.
âWell, I was in the middle of one of my nightmares when it randomly ended. Itâs like someone pulled me out of it.â He says.
You looked up at him, feeling your cheeks heat up. You stood up, walking towards the door.
âIâm going to get some coffee.â You say, trying not to make it obvious.
Bucky furrowed his eyebrows as he watched you leave the room.
âWhatâs her problem?â Bucky asks.
âI donât know.â Steve shrugs his shoulders. âMaybe she just wants coffee.â He says.
âNo thatâs not it. I always see her with coffee every morning. Sheâs acting different and Iâm going to find out what it is.â He says.
Bucky walked out of the room and went to the kitchen to see you making coffee.
âMorning, Bucky. Do you want some coffee?â You asked, not making eye contact with him.
âNo. I want to know why youâre acting weird.â He says.
âIâm not acting weird, Barnes.â You say.
âYes you are. Youâve been acting weird since I said I slept good last night.â Thatâs when it occurred to him. âWait a minuteâŠâ He mumbles.
Bucky thought back to last night. The sweetness of your voice soothing him to sleep, pulling him from his nightmare.
âIâm going to ask you a question and I want you to be honest with me, ok?â Bucky says, approaching you.
You nodded, taking a couple steps back.
âDid you comfort me through my nightmare last night?â He asks.
âDefine comfort.â You say.
âI hear a womanâs voice whispering sweet things in my ear while her fingers were playing with my hair.â He says.
âIt couldâve been Natasha or Wanda.â You say.
âNo. It didnât sound like their voices.â He says.
âI donât know who it couldâve been.â You say.
Bucky studied your body language. He took a step closer to you as you took another step backward.
âWhatâs up with you, Y/N? Youâre never this talkative with me. The only time you have something to say to me is when youâre insulting me.â Bucky says.
âThereâs nothing wrong with me, Bucky! I donât know what you want me to say!â You say, raising your voice.
You tried to walk past him, but Bucky grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him.
âYou didnât answer me.â He says.
âYou never asked me a question.â You say, yanking your arm out of his grasp.
âThe question Iâm trying to ask you is, were you the one who helped me through my nightmare last night?â He asks.
âSo what if it was me?â You asked.
âWhy would you help me? I thought you hated me.â He says.
You looked down at the floor and shrugged your shoulders.
âY/NâŠâ Bucky says.
You looked up at him, looking into his beautiful blue eyes that makes every woman fall in love with him.
âBe honest with me.â He says.
âOk, fine. It was me.â You say.
âWhy though?â He asks.
âI uhh⊠care and worry about you after all youâve been through.â You say honestly.
Bucky blinked a couple times. He wasnât sure what to think. Besides Steve, he hasnât had anyone care or worry about him in years.
âYou care and worry about me?â Bucky asks, making sure he heard you right.
âYes.â You answered, feeling your cheeks heat up. âWe can pretend that it never happened.â You say.
You tried to walk away again, but Bucky grabbed your hand and pulled you close to him. What he did next surprised you. His lips were on yours, kissing you passionately.
âThank you.â He says.
âOh ummâ youâre welcome.â You say.
âI havenât had anyone care or worry about me in years and if Iâm being honest, I like it, especially if itâs coming from you.â He says.
âDid Bucky just admit his feelings to me?â You thought to yourself. You werenât sure what to say or think.
âWhat are you trying to say, Bucky?â You asked.
âIâm trying to tell you that Iâm in love with you.â Bucky says.
âY-Youâre in love with me?â You asked.
âYes.â He answers. âItâs ok if you donât feel the sameââ You silenced him with a kiss.
Bucky was caught by surprise, but kissed you back.
âIf you shut up for a fucking second, youâll know that Iâm in love with you too.â You say with a smile.
âGo out with me.â He says softly, cupping your cheek.
âOnly if you buy me coffee.â You say with a giggle.
âIâll buy you anything you want, doll.â Bucky says with a smile.
You grinned and kissed him again.
âSounds like a date.â You say, looking into his eyes.
âI love you, doll.â He says softly.
âI love you too, Bucky.â You say in almost a whisper.
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-Buckyâs Doll
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Prompt: You want a hug
warnings: none. sfw. gender neutral reader
Leo:
You knew Leo wasn't a very affectionate guy, the most you got were hair ruffles and shoulder pats. He is known to kiss the side of your head or forehead as a greeting.
You weren't in the mood for that today.
You woke up in a sad mood. Nothing happened, nothing made you sad, you were just sad. It was a Saturday so you could just lounge around and not have to worry about anything. You figured you just needed a day to yourself.
"There you are!"
"Uh yeah. I live here."
Leo was stood in your bedroom doorway, hands on his hips. He looked relieved and also annoyed.
"I tried calling you and texting you. No answer, I got worried." He replied, walking in to your bedroom. "What's wrong?"
"Jus'in a mood today." You mumbled, ruffling your hair.
Leo hummed and circled around your bed so he was on the side you were laying on. "Can I help in any way?"
"Cuddle me?" You suggested, holding your arms out.
Leo slowly blinked at you. He looked surprised and caught off guard, which for him was hard to accomplish. He was really wanting to say no but you just looked so...soft. He subconsciously found himself taking his gear off and climbing on to your bed, pulling you in to his arms. He was scared to hurt you, so his arms were somewhat limp around you.
After a few minutes of silence, Leo found himself feeling a little stiff from the unknown feeling he was getting. "I never, you know, cuddled before so if I-" he was cut off by a soft snore. He looked down at you as you laid on his bicep, softly sleeping. He rubbed your back gently.
He smiled gently. "-Nevermind, get some sleep."
Raph:
Out of the entire year and a half you'd been friends with the turtle in red, you had a realization. It started with watching a tik tok video of someone randomly hugging their best friend that it hit you.
You've never actually hugged Raph.
Yeah, he's carried you and kissed you on the cheek or held your hand. But an actual hug? That's never happened and now you were wondering what a hug from Raph would feel like.
"Spill. Why are ya quiet?"
"Oh I'm just thinking."
Raph tossed his soccer ball somewhere in the lair and raised an eye ridge at you. You looked suspicious, he didn't like it.
"Thinkin bout what?" He asked. "Ya know Mikey says odd shit so I can handle whatever ya say."
You chuckled and gave a small shrug. "I just realized you and I have never...hugged."
"Interesting." Was all Raph could muster out. He looked awkward. "So uh, did ya need one or..?"
You smiled. "I don't need one but I would like one, if that's okay."
Raph awkwardly looked around. Affection like this wasn't something he was opposed to, but he wasn't used to. Sure he'd hugged his brothers plenty of times, but it's different with a human. You initiated, putting your arms as best you could around his middle. He slowly put his arms around you, applying very little pressure like you were made of glass.
Raph found himself actually liking the contact. You were warm, your arms were soft. He just didn't know what to do now. "So um, do I squeeze you? Or..touch your hair? Am I-" you pinched him and looked up at him, cutting him off. You looked so content. Your small smile was a dead giveaway that you were happy.
He sighed and gave a smirk. "Fine, I'll stop talkin."
Donnie:
He was an awkward fella, no doubt, but you seemed to mesh well together. He was also kind and gentle, so the fact that he became your best friend was no shock.
But you were feeling a bit touch starved.
You didn't always need contact but today it was cold out and you were in a particularly cuddly mood. Donnie's lab had a bit of a draft and you found yourself shivering more than you'd like.
"You can close the vent, if you want."
"Gee thanks, Donnie."
He gave a breathy chuckle before looking over at you. Your nose was red and your cheeks were flushed. You must be pretty cold.
"Can I get you a blanket?" He offered. "I'm sure I can find a clean one around here somewhere."
You nodded. "That would be nice, but a cuddle would be better."
"A-A what?" Donnie replied, blinking rapidly. "You want a cuddle...? Now...?"
You stood up and hugged yourself. "If that's okay with you."
Donnie had always found humans to be fascinating, but now he just finds you cute. Affection isn't really his thing but he felt comfortable enough with you to allow you to sit on his lap to keep warm. He had to admit, he was feeling a bit chilly himself. He allowed you to get comfortable on his lap before he slowly put his arms around you.
He was stiff but your warmth felt so nice on his plastron. Your hair also smelled nice, which was an added bonus. "A-Are you comfortable? I'm sorry if my plastron is too hard, I can try and find a pillow to-" your finger pressed against his lips. He peered down, you were all curled up with your eyes closed. Peaceful.
He cleared his throat. "I'll just..get back to work then."
Mikey:
He was the most affectionate being you'd ever met. Hugs, high fives, head and cheek kisses, if he could have the chance to give them, he took it.
But he always initiated it.
Today you just wanted to be lazy and do absolutely nothing. You had cleaned your apartment and now just wanted to lounge around and watch some movies. You invited Mikey over to join you.
"DJ Mikey in the house!"
"Hey Mike!"
He climbed in through the window, taking his gear off before walking over to you where you laid on the couch, kissing your head.
"What movies we got planned?" He asked, circling around and sitting on the other end of the couch. "I'm thinkin action."
"Great choice! I'm down." You replied, sitting up.
"Sweet!" He said, grabbing the remote. "Ooo! How bout Braveheart?"
You said nothing but climbed over and curled against him. "Looks good."
Mikey looked down at you. You were curled right into his side, your legs over his lap. Your cheek was pressed against his bicep, your arms around his arm. You looked so cute to him. He loved how small you looked compared to him. He loved that you felt comfortable enough to cuddle with him.
He cooed and lifted his arm up, wrapping it around you and pulling you on to his lap. "Angel if ya wanted to cuddle, all ya had to do was climb on my lap! No need to be-" you shushed him as the movie began to play, your head in the crook of his neck. You didn't even look up.
He laughed and kissed your head. "I guess I'm just that good."
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‷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  Â
a/n: I made a quiz âWhich Son Is Your Old Manâ, so you can find out once and for all who you would be best suited to!
Warnings: swears, mentions of violence, smoking, drugs
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ă»His speciality is making breakfast; eggs, bacon, toast, french toast, waffles etcÂ
ă»Yes, he did develop the skill from all the one night stands heâs had...
ă»But hey, at least now youâre the one that reaps the reward!
ă»Doesnât snore in his sleep, but does toss and turn a lotÂ
ă»Sometimes he has really really bad nightmares. He doesnât want to wake you up, so he goes and has a smoke outside
ă»Really loves chewing on ice cubes. When you get McDonalds, heâll eat everyoneâs ice from their drinks (obviously after their done with it)
ă»When youâre feeling down; physically or mentally, heâll read to you. Jax bought you a new edition of your favourite book for your birthday and heâs so used to holding it in his hands by now.Â
ă»Really likes when you light candles when he gets home, he prefers them over the overhead lightingÂ
ă»Doesnât like loud sudden noises - definitely has undiagnosed PTSD. Heâs gotten really good at hiding it, but some days - when he has really long showers, you know itâs a bad dayÂ
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ă»When he isnât doing things for the club, he loves to work in âthe shedâ.Â
ă»He has a lot of projects going on - making garden beds for Gemmaâs events,Â
ă»Opie usually ends up trekking dust, shredded timber and so on throughout the house. You make him have a shower as soon as heâs finished working outside.Â
ă»But you canât lie, he does create some beautiful things.Â
ă»He made a dining room table - and the detailing was so amazing you nearly teared up
ă»Opie is great at painting as well, honestly, heâs just good at general renovations. Somehow he knows how to do stuff around the house - unclogging drains, fixing pipes, changing lightbulbs, stopping leaks etc
ă»Opieâs like your own handy man!Â
ă»Secretly a cat person. Donât get him wrong, he doesnât mind dogs. Theyâre great, but cats are so unpredictable - without the risk. He finds them so interesting.Â
ă»Loves Disney movies, especially the cartoon version of Robin Hood. Youâll find him humming the song about Robin and Little JohnÂ
ă»Likes that he towers of you and will put things out of your reach just to rile you up
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ă»Really likes a clean home, and heâs lived on his own for a long time, so he knows how to run a house
ă»He also grew up around a lot of women, so he knows how to cook some great mealsÂ
ă»Chibs was also whipped into shape by these women, so thatâs why itâs ingrained in him...
ă»Knows a lot of Scottish drinking songs, and he always sings them when heâs had a few too much to drink
ă»And his voice is actually quite lovelyÂ
ă»He also sings in the showerÂ
ă»A loud gruff Scottish man singing in your shower always brightens your dayÂ
ă»Automatically turns the kettle on when he gets home (and will make tea for two, knowing exactly how you like it)
ă»Not a lot of random visitors, he likes to keep business and his home life separate. Even though the club is his life, he likes having his own spaceÂ
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ă»Many, many takeout and movie nights
ă»Especially when heâs been gone on club business
ă»Does the washing and folding for both your clothes. It was his main job when he lived at home too.Â
ă»Also mows the lawn without a shirt on, so thatâs...a fun sight to see (he likes showing off in front of you)
ă»Loves the movie Avatar; would definitely go into a deep dive of how it all works and how they created it.Â
ă»Would die if you showed interest in it as well. You bought him a book about the characters and he spent a whole afternoon reading it
ă»Surprises everyone with how much he loves booksÂ
ă»A man of few words, he actually has really profound things to say. Some of it can be really poetic...
ă»Likes having his shoulders rubbed, and in return, he massages your feetÂ
ă»Is really good at looking after you when youâre sick. He has a lot of homemade recipes; soups, oldwives tricks etc. (Except the term âoldwives tricksâ shouldnât be overlooked. A lot of theirÂ
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ă»Tig hates seeing any animal hurt, but he has a special place in his heart for dogs
ă»Big fucking snorer, and is out as soon as his head hits the pillow
ă»Hates cooking but doesnât mind doing the dishes - yeah heâs fucked up that way
ă»So you handle the food; heâll get the groceries, but for the love of god he cannot make a proper grown up dish
ă»In return, he doesnât mind doing the vaccuuming and mopping (he would so dress up in a maidâs outfit and do it)
ă»Whenever he wakes up in the middle of the night, he goes into the loungeroom to watch cartoons - like popeye
ă»Cried while watching Titanic btw
ă»Oh and has a stash of different types of drugs. Nothing too hardcore though.Â
ă»He also makes you have an unregistered firearm so you can protect yourselfÂ
ă»Also loves comic books. Heâs a DC kinda guy...yes, his favourite character is Joker
#witch the writer preferences#sons of anarchy#sons of anarchy headcanon#sons of anarchy x reader#jax teller#jax teller headcanons#jax teller x reader#chibs telford#chibs x reader#chibs telford x reader#chibs telford headcanons#happy lowman#happy lowman headcanons#opie winston#opie winston headcanons#opie#opie headcanons#tig trager#tig headcanons#tig trager headcanons#tig x you#tig trager x reader#soa#soa headcanons#soa x reader#soa preferences#preference#preferences#sons of anarchy preferences#sons of anarchy preference
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Eddie, ass, fluff
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It started off innocently, a complete accident.
Youâd been walking with Eddie, down the Wheelerâs driveway after a small get together with your friends while he tossed one of his dice and caught it.
Heâd been distracted by your conversation about how you didnât care for The Terminator, which he took personally, fist closing before he could actually catch the die and it bounced off of his fist to tumble along the driveway.
âIâll get it!â You were closer to it, anyways, dashing forward to bend down and swoop it up.
Youâd turned to him, tossing it back before you could take in the stupefied look on his face, âEddie, catch it!â
He fumbled to do so, snapping out of whatever was on his mind while his face turned red.
âUh, my bad. Thanks.â
Weirdo.Â
At first, you thought maybe he was just getting clumsy because after that, he kept dropping everything.
More dice, pencils in the hallway, his rings, just about anything he could get his hands on ended up on the floor, youâd never picked up so many objects before.
Youâd begun to refer to him as butterfingers.
Then you noticed it was only something that happened when you were alone. Eddie could impressively twirl a pen between his fingers with no problems during the Hellfire sessions heâd invite you to sit in on and you didnât notice him drop any of his lunch from where you sat with your other friends, across from the Hellfire table. He remained dexterous around others, so why was he constantly dropping stuff around you?Â
The idea of Eddie being nervous in your presence came about, but you couldnât figure out why he would be. Other than dropping things, he acted pretty normal.
He invited you over for a movie after school, and since it was a Friday, youâd agreed on the basis that you got to choose the movie. There was no way you were gonna watch The Terminator, which you knew heâd pick just to spite you.
Thatâs how Girls Just Want to Have Fun ended up in the VCR and in the middle of his empty threats to commit bodily harm to himself, you attempted to turn on the television.
It didnât turn on.
âEddie,â you frowned, pressing the power button a couple of times. It was making the clicking sound but the picture wasn't coming on, âI think your TV is broken.â
âHuh,â Eddieâs eyebrows scrunched together as he joined you in front of it, nudging your hand aside to press the same button and you rolled your eyes.
âDid you think I did it wrong, Eds?â
Eddie didnât respond, just held his other hand over your face like a face-hugger before he darted back to the couch and jumped onto it.
âMaybe itâs unplugged.â
You glared, gesturing to the tv stand, âThen plug it in.â
He smirked, lounging back with his arms folded behind his head and mocked in a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like you, âYouâre closer.â
âYou little shit,â You mumbled as he laughed, the sound deep and rumbling through the trailer. With a sigh, you got down on your knees and crawled to the side of the stand, peering behind it.Â
Sure enough, the thick cable cord had been pulled from the wall.Â
âGotcha,â you muttered, reaching your arm between the space to fumble around for the cable. Once it was in your grasp, you spent the next couple of seconds randomly pressing it into the wall until it finally caught along the plug and you pressed it the rest of the way in.
Shimmying backwards enough to sit back on your legs, upper body turning towards Eddie, you began to ask, âCan you turn on theââ
You stopped short, having noticed Eddieâs eyes pry away too late to not be caught and you finally got the missing piece of the puzzle, realizing exactly what his sudden clumsiness was about.
Eddie wasnât dropping things around you because he was clumsy. He wasnât even nervous around you!
âWere you staring at my ass?â
âNo.â He answered too quick, face getting red like it had done that first time in the Wheelerâs driveway. Then his gaze flickered briefly away before it was back on you, a telltale sign of guilt.
He was lying.Â
Eddie had been staring at your ass, had been dropping stuff so youâd bend over and pick it up for him. All to get a good look at your ass.
âYou were!â You gasped in delight, pointing your finger towards him, âYou were staring at my ass! Oh my god, this whole time I thought your equilibrium was off or something, but youâre just a perv trying to get an eyeful!â
âI wasnât lookingâŠâ He mumbled, now actively avoiding your gaze as he turned even brighter but you could see the corners of his lips twitching, the smile he was trying to hide.
âYou know, I donât think about my ass often, but it must be somewhat impressive if it caught your attention,â You baited him and like a chum he fell for it, head turning to you.
âItâs reallyââ His palm slapped across his mouth as he caught himself but it was too late. Eddie Munson was about to make a statement about your ass because he had been staring at it.
âHah! You fool!â You pushed yourself up and made your way over while he groaned, grabbing one of the pillows on the couch to smother himself. Maybe death would save him from embarrassment.
âYouâre definitely a pervert, but Iâm kind of flattered.â
You heard him mutter something that sounded like shut up against the fabric of the cushion, and just for shits and giggles, you pushed the remote off the coffee table. It tumbled against the carpet.
It took a moment, but Eddie lowered the cushion to glance at you, eyes widening in amusement when he made eye contact, having expected you to be bent over picking it up. Looks like Pavlov's experiment worked both ways: you had unknowingly been trained to bend over and pick up anything Eddie dropped, and he had unknowingly trained himself to look in your direction anytime something dropped.Â
Heâd expected to see your ass again.
âI knew it!âÂ
Eddie couldnât deny it any longer, laughing as you teased him mercilessly. He most definitely wouldnât be hearing the end of this.
And if it got him out of watching Girls Just Want to Have Fun, then he could live with it.Â
He hoped.
#vivi's baby blurbs#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x reader fluff#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson blurbs#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson imagine#perv!eddie munson
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just a little braindump. please be 16+ before reading!
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you toss the white towel you had retrieved from the bathroom over your shoulder. thereâs rustling behind the door to your shared bedroom with cloud, which settles upon you knocking.
he opens the door, shirtless. your sweet smile perfectly hides the fact that youâre fully admiring his muscles and the scars he has accumulated over the years on the battlefield. he remains as oblivious as ever, but whoâs to say that he wouldnât short-circuit knowing that you absolutely adored every part of him?
cloud grunts, scratching the back of his head. âletâs just get this over with.â he says in his usual exasperated manner. he thinks heâs slick, the blush on his cheeks says otherwise.
you kiss his cheek. âitâll be fun, i promise!â
once you both settle in the bathroom, he leans back into the washing bowl you set up in the sink. he doesnât know why you randomly suggested that you wash his hair and give it âthe full treatment it needsâ. sure, it was rugged and had sometimes gone days without care during missions. but itâs not like it was overdue for a redo or anything.Â
still, you insisted he needed to establish more of a self-care routing, and offered to guide him through it.Â
cloud seems to relax when the already warmed-up water cascades through his blonde locks. he closes his eyes tighter when you run your fingers through his hair, unlocking all of the creases and knots tucked beneath multiple layers. his hair was always fluffy, but you never expected it to be this thick.Â
you massage his scalp gently as you spread around the shampoo. he doesnât make a sound, and you start to wonder whether he still regrets agreeing to this, or if heâs starting to open up to this new fresh feeling. itâs the latter for him, unbeknownst to you. cloud doesnât remember the last time someone paid this much attention to him, so tenderly, and lovingly. sure, over the years he reunited with tifa, and found lifelong companions with barrett and the others. these were all people who truly cared about him, but being handled with care by you made him melt.Â
after applying a touch of conditioner and rinsing it out, you help him lean back up in the chair. you decide to mess with him a bit, and purposely rub the towel on his hair a little bit too hard and fast, chuckling as he turns to move away from your antics.
âitâs just a towel, you silly goose!â your laughter grows louder when he pouts slightly, and you proceed to properly towel-dry his hair. heâs already standing up, but you want to examine your work up-close.Â
âwait. your hair really does look like a chocobo. youâre a real grumpy birdie but i can definitely see it.â
cloud freezes in his tracks. âw-whatever. feels refreshing though...â
âsee? we should do this again time!â you wrap your arms around him, and pull him in to press your lips against his.
heâs not the best kisser. it shows through the way he still harshly puckers against your lips as if youâre going to disappear unless he gets as close as he can. but he still makes you sigh and hum into his mouth, especially when he starts to get more desperate. thatâs when he takes your breath away (almost literally).
heâs not the best with words either. but you can tell from the way he presses his forehead against yours that he means to say âi love you.â and âthank you for being here for me.â
#bye what is this *runs away*#i've had huge brainrot for ff7 esp him#and needed a little exercise to work up to writing again#this is pure fluff and brainrot dont even mind me#ff7#ff7r#cloud strife x reader#cloud strife fluff#cloud x reader
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